On a Saturday afternoon at The Domain in North Austin, I was walking toward the parking garage with a Nordstrom bag on…
Three months ago, my husband drove me to SeaTac for what he called a relaxing surprise getaway. He kissed me at…
My name is Ivana Clary. I am fifty-seven years old, and I am the woman from Riverwest, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, who watched her husband…
I was sitting in an upscale café in downtown Napa with my husband and my half brother when the stranger came to…
The sounds of Las Vegas that night still echo in my ears. Not the glamorous version people put on postcards. Not the glossy,…
The concrete was cold beneath my fingertips. Using the sharpened edge of a plastic spork I had stolen from breakfast three…
“Out of the house. Hands where I can see them!” The shout came at 6:47 on a wet Austin morning, the…
When my daughter in law called that Tuesday morning, I was standing in my kitchen watching snow pile up on the deck rails.…
Nine months after my husband died, I hired a contractor to check a faint gas smell in the garage behind the little…