Bikers Stories
I Rebuilt the Wheels on a Stroller I Was Never Allowed to Push
For five weeks my sister had a new reason every single visit why my hands…
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Bikers Stories
I Kept My Mother’s Keys Taped to the Back of an Envelope in My Closet
My mother died on a Tuesday, and by spring a woman from the grief group…
Bikers Stories
The Second Watch Has Four Letters on the Back That Are Not Mine
In twenty-six years Dwight had never once bought me something I could not USE. A…
Bikers Stories
I Kicked the Furnace Every Morning for Six Weeks Waiting for My Mother to Call
Two chairs in the front row wore ivory ribbons and stayed EMPTY. Fourteen motorcycles came…
Bikers Stories
I Rented That Back Room in June and Paid for It in Cash
I held the back room at the Legion hall for three hours on my sixty-third…
Bikers Stories
The Building on Sedalia Pike Was Page Six of Nine Years
Fourteen months after our divorce, Dwight called me from a lawn outside Sedalia to invite…
Bikers Stories
The Card Was in a Library Book Warren Never Opened
My daughter asked me for ONE thing, and I told her she was being unfair.…
Bikers Stories
The Number My Mother Paid a Gravedigger to Keep for Twenty-Two Years
The man who dug my mother's grave took my wrist twenty minutes after the last…
Bikers Stories
The Card Table Wayne Set Up for Nine Men
I drove ninety miles to Bucyrus on a Tuesday to surprise my mother, and I…
Bikers Stories
The Envelope He Carried Since Tenth Grade, and What He Kept in the Garage
Warren Delaney made me eat lunch in the band room for two years, and at…
Bikers Stories
The Parcel Had a Shoebox of Sorted Screws in It, and My Husband Was Twelve the Last Time He Saw It
I'm 31 (F), and I was raised in a county children's home. By eleven I…
Bikers Stories
I Cut Seven Gowns From Fourteen Hundred Dollars of Opal’s Money
Seven sage gowns went out my door in garment bags before six in the morning,…