The Surveyor’s Stakes and the Straight Line That Stopped a Developer’s Fraud
The commercial developer laughed in my face, pointing to his painted stakes on my lawn and telling me...
Author: Gloria C. Robinson
The Smoke in the Backyard and the Sunday Afternoon Arthur Found Out What My Dignity Was Worth
Arthur called me on a Tuesday afternoon back in October, his voice carrying that familiar, hesitant lilt that...
The Footsteps Next Door And The Tuesday Morning I Found A Strange Child In My Living Room
The water was lukewarm by the time the radio started cutting out against the tile, but I stayed...
The Package in the Mahogany Casket And The Tuesday Evening I Found Out My Mother Forged Grandma’s Will
The smell of heavy white lilies always sticks in the back of your throat long after the church...
The Price of a Sunday Lunch And the Tuesday Afternoon I Exposed My Son’s Scamming Fiancée
The red LED digits on the dash of my truck read 11:42 when I pulled into the crushed...
The Root of the Inheritance And The Tuesday Morning I Found What Dad Buried Under Clara’s Nose
The fluorescent lights in Attorney Henderson’s office hummed with that dry, dead sound that always seems to belong...
The Price of Standing Tall And The Wedding Day I Stripped My Husband of Everything He Owned
The digital clock on the dashboard of my rental sedan read 11:42 in the morning when I pulled...
The Boundaries of Record And The Thursday Morning I Exposed My Neighbor’s Illegal Land Grab
The sound of cedar snapping under a heavy-duty hydraulic bucket always starts in the gut before it hits...
The Mismatched Typeface And The Tuesday Morning Arthur Found Out My Husband’s Pension Wasn’t For Sale
The air in Mr. Vance’s walnut-paneled office always smelled of old paper, floor wax, and the faint, bitter...
The Price of a Birthday Cake And the Tuesday Morning Arthur Learned What My Kindness Was Worth
$100 was the exact total ringing up on the plastic display of register four at the Piggly Wiggly...