My dad was mowing strangers' lawns on the day that he died. He woke before sunrise - the habit of a blue collar lifetime - with his schedule for the day written out on a piece of college-ruled paper, copied from the app where homeowners booked him for reasonably priced lawn serv…
Some of my regulars, the couple with early dementia, have a crime fiction and thriller library of frankly mind-boggling size. It’s larger than some boo…
This is another part where I have to admit I’m bad at telling a chronological story. So, the first time I went to Florida after Dad died, we got a dogs…
I live in the hills behind a former company town. A two-lane county highway that bisects the village in the valley below us is lined with batt-and-boar…
I arrived at the address given to me by the cleaning app, guided there by Google Maps which signs me in on arrival. There's a locked gate. I check the …
So I was not entirely truthful when I said we threw out or burned everything from inside of Dad’s house, because there was one thing. It’s the box. Bac…
The clients are a young married couple, born about the time I graduated from college for the first time. On the up and up. The condo is decorated in th…
The client lives in one of those new suburbs on the edge of a city south of us. Long straight roads named for ranches whose families, one assumes, sold…
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