Tag Archives: Coroner Story

Apartments full of sleeping students Draped with white sheets of snow Over the old apple orchard knoll Where he shot himself some years ago. He sat on an old apple tree stump. Facing south, there was no sun only cloud. … Continue reading →

This is one that I’m sure would’ve had a different ending if it was on a TV show.  Not enough drama in the truth.  They gotta give you a wrapped up bad guy, led away with someone, some detective giving … Continue reading →

I often seek solitude, but it’s always temporary. I lived very isolated for a couple years and I got a clear sense what it was doing to my psyche. So, I jumped back into the world. But I still tend … Continue reading →

The Never-ending Story See if you can tell where this begins.  Or if it ends.  I’m finally telling it because a young man asked me for a good story at the dinner table the other night.  To end a wonderful … Continue reading →

She was found by the road. And so, I was called. It can be foggy after a rain in the spring. The wheat loves the rain that rolls in from the ocean two hundred miles west. We get good rain … Continue reading →

Sometimes how you get the call is an important part of the story. Sometimes, it’s who calls you, sometimes it why they thought you needed to be called, sometimes it why you weren’t called. All these little nuances to being … Continue reading →

This call came on a Thanksgiving holiday weekend. It might have been Friday or Saturday, probably a Friday, I think. My sister and her husband were visiting. So, it was a long time ago. She died as I turned 40, … Continue reading →