Here's what I did today. Drove to Lowe's for trimmer string. Stopped at the grocery store on the way back so I wouldn't have to come back across town later. Went to church. Came home and mowed the yard and ran the trimmer. Got cleaned up. Went to Costco for the rest of what we … Continue reading Trimmer String
There was a Bath & Body Works fragrance in the nineties called Flowering Herbs. My wife was given a bottle of it in 1994, four years before I met her. She was still wearing it in 1998, the summer we got together — we both turned twenty that year, she's two and a half months … Continue reading Flowering Herbs
My grandfather went to work for Mobil Oil in 1946, right out of the war, and stayed until he retired around 1988. Forty-some years, southwest Oklahoma, running routes as a pumper. He was a slender man. Five-eight, five-nine, not big. And he had some of the strongest hands of anyone I've ever known — grip … Continue reading His Hard Hat
Carrying Grandma — “The stretcher wouldn’t fit in the bedroom, so somebody had to carry her out. My mother-in-law asked me.”
Some nights I sit down to write and there's nothing there. I check the top of my head, find it empty, and conclude I've run dry. Forty-seven years of material and the drawer's bare. Nothing worth anybody's time. This has been happening my whole life. What's different now is that I've stopped believing it. Here's … Continue reading Out Of Stuff To Say
David Willis 