One Woman: The Cashier

One Woman: The Cashier

On a recent shopping trip to Walmart, I was checking out in a staffed lane, too many items for self-serve. I don’t love shopping at the giant box store, but when time doesn’t permit a stock-up trip to Indianapolis or even nearby Lebanon, Walmart is the...
One Woman: The Gatekeeper

One Woman: The Gatekeeper

Saturday was already a busy day, but since I remembered that a nearby kennel was having a two-hour free play time in their dog park each Saturday during the summer, and since Tilly and I have gotten very little walking in recently because of the extreme heat, I...
One Woman: The Historian

One Woman: The Historian

I pulled in to the blueberry patch where I had picked several quarts myself last year. I had been waiting for the sign to go up announcing the arrival of the new season of U-Pick berries. Instead, I saw that they were selling flowers, $5 a flat. The information on the...
One Woman: The Helpless Widow

One Woman: The Helpless Widow

I was in a hurry, if you must know. I was driving an hour and a half for my baby sister’s graduation, and a couple of unplanned errands put me behind schedule. One of the stops was a quick gas-up, and I was going about it rather briskly. Swipe the card. Open the...
One Woman: The Unknown Soldier

One Woman: The Unknown Soldier

How a conversation starts with a stranger never seems straightforward. My friend Kelly and I, and her two boys, had gone downtown for a festival, and as we were leaving, we decided to stop at the Subway sandwich shop to buy bottles of water. While we were there, Kelly...