How My Husband Stealing My Card for a Family Trip Backfired When I Locked the House
The notification light on my phone blinked three quick times against the cherry wood of the sideboard while...
Author: Jerry B. Case
The Piano Trust: How My Stepmother’s Public Birthday Humiliation Backfired When I Pulled Out the Deed
The hallway outside the Grand Oaks Country Club ballroom smelled of expensive floor wax, damp boxwood trimmings, and...
The Hidden Mortgage: How My Husband’s Quiet Mediation Setup Exposed His Secret Second Family
The folding chair in the county annex office had a slight rock to it, an uneven leg that...
The Cost of the Past: How My Mother’s Kidney Demand Exposed My Childhood
The fluorescent lights in the basement hallway of St. Jude Memorial Hospital hummed with that dry, electric whine...
The Diary Under the Mattress: How My Daughter’s Sudden Silence Exposed the School’s Darkest Secret
The kitchen always had a particular kind of silence to it around four in the afternoon before Mia...
The Guest Book Signature: How My Cousin’s Pre-Planned Funeral Scheme Backfired When the Director Locked the Door
The smell of damp wool and stale coffee was still clinging to the lining of my coat when...
The Recipe Note: How My Aunt’s County Fair Lie Exposed a Secret from 1964That aunt got exactly what she deserved in front of the whole town. Stealing credit for a dead woman’s recipe is one thing, but trying to erase the real history of where that family came from is just cold. I am so glad the judge turned that card over.
The smell of the poultry barn was about fifty yards down the midway, mixed in with the grease...
The Other Acceptance Letter: How My Father Calling Me a Wasted Investment Backfired at Graduation
The kitchen table smelled of the Sunday roast my mother had pulled from the oven at precisely twelve...
The Phantom Account: How My Daughter’s Wedding Loan Exposed A Secret Debt
The kitchen smelled faintly of old coffee grounds and the damp wool coat I had forgotten to hang...
The Bride on the License: How My Daughter’s Forced Rehearsal Backfired When Arthur Called About the Paperwork
The asphalt out past the county line always holds onto that particular dry heat of a late Missouri...