Touching Story

They say freezing to death is supposed to be peaceful. Like drifting off into a heavy sleep. I’ve been driving these roads for forty years, and let me tell you—there is nothing peaceful about a house that has gone silent because the furnace died. There is nothing peaceful about seeing your own breath in a […]

I am technically committing a financial crime every morning at 4:15 AM. While the rest of the county is sleeping, I creep out of my back door in my bathrobe. I walk down the gravel driveway to my farm stand, look left and right to make sure the road is empty, and I stuff my

My mother spent my whole childhood saying, “I already ate at work.” Only later did I learn that “already” usually meant “not at all.” The night it finally hit me, I was forty-two, sitting in a fancy downtown restaurant. My coworkers were toasting my promotion. A steak lay in front of me that cost more

On the night I got written up for smuggling a greasy paper bag into the dementia unit, my boss said, “contraband.” I just looked at the man in the bed and thought, If this doesn’t work, Mr. Lewis is going to die hungry. Mr. Lewis hadn’t eaten real food in four days. On his chart

My supervisor wrote me up for bringing “contraband” into the memory care unit. She said I was breaking protocol. I told her I was just saving a man from starving to death. Mr. Frank hadn’t eaten in four days. In the medical charts, he was listed as an 82-year-old male with advanced Alzheimer’s and “combative

My heart didn’t break when the doctors told me my husband, Frank, was gone. It didn’t break when I had to sell the house we lived in for forty years because the stairs were getting too steep. No. My heart broke on a Tuesday afternoon, staring at a blue text bubble on an iPhone screen.

The security camera notification on my phone is what broke my heart. I was in the kitchen, drowning in steam and stress. The turkey was taking too long, the stuffing was too dry, and my teenage son was arguing with his sister about the Wi-Fi speed. My husband was shouting at the TV because the

I stopped my cart dead in the middle of Aisle 4 because I thought the man standing in front of the pasta sauce was having a stroke. He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t blinking. In the middle of the Saturday morning rush—with carts rattling, kids screaming, and people frantically checking their phones—he was a statue. He

I fired a single mother for being twelve minutes late. It was the “right” thing to do. It was policy. It was fair to everyone else who showed up on time. And it was the single biggest mistake of my life. I’ve been a floor manager at a distribution center in Ohio for ten years.

I came home last Tuesday to find my mother sitting in the dark of my living room, a single, battered suitcase resting at her feet. My heart hammered against my ribs. My first thought was a medical emergency. My second was that she was leaving—moving to that “assisted living” facility in Florida she’d jokingly threatened