American Lives Daily

I came up out of the Red Line at Monroe and walked east into the wind off Lake Michigan. It was the kind

The last time I saw my best friend, she was standing under the banquet hall chandelier with a microphone

I wasn’t going to go. It had been five years since I lost my wife, and weddings had a way of making the

The DJ had just cut the music when my son tapped the microphone. That should have been my first clue.

The November wind came off the mountains with a bite that had nothing to do with the calendar.

I pulled into Susan’s driveway at ten after six on a Wednesday, balancing a key lime pie and a list of

I work checkout at the Kroger on Perkins Avenue in Sandusky, Ohio. My shift ends at six, and I'

I used my key because Con had not returned three calls and it was the ninth day his mail was spilling

I didn't knock—I still had my key. The brass was warm from the Texas sun, and I felt it click the

The invitation was waiting in my mailbox on a Tuesday, thick ivory paper and a photograph of Grant Ellis