Co-pilot Nathalia Gadelha Filgueiras died in the plane crash in Florida on Sunday alongside eight others when the private plane crashed. The investigation is still ongoing, but now, just days after the fatal accident, Filgueiras’s family says they are planning to take legal action. Nathalia Gadelha Filgueiras was just 20 years old when she died…

On the last ordinary morning of my marriage, I made my husband coffee in the mug that said BEST HUSBAND. I’d bought that mug eleven years ago at a gas station in Ohio, on the drive home from our honeymoon. It was cheap white ceramic with red letters, the kind of thing you buy as…

Four in the Morning It was four in the morning when I started. The stars were still out over the east ridge, hard and white, the way they get in Tennessee in June before the humidity rolls in. The field was black and silver. Every blade of grass held a drop of dew, and when…

Credit: Getty Images A legendary singer has left us. Tony Butala, acclaimed singer and co-founder of the iconic group The Lettermen, died at age 85. The Lettermen were once one of the biggest vocal groups in the United States. Now, their founder and lead singer, Tony Butala, has died. The group announced his death in…

The Promise in the Chrome I stood in the doorway of my workshop and looked at the empty space where my father’s 1952 Vincent Black Shadow had rested for forty-three years, and my mind refused for a long moment to accept what my eyes were showing it. The concrete floor still held the shape of…

The Treasure Behind the Candy “Grandma, look! Somebody left a treasure!” Ellie was holding her hand up to me in the candy aisle of the Walmart on Route 50. Her little palm was open. Her eyes were huge. In the middle of her palm sat a ring. Gold. Old-fashioned. With a diamond in the center…

The road home was quiet that evening. I had the windows cracked open about two inches. One hand rested loose on the steering wheel, and I was humming along to some old pop song on the radio that I didn’t even like. The air coming through the gap smelled like dust and cut wheat. I’d…

Pen Fourteen Part One: The Parking Lot I found out in a parking lot. It was a Thursday in late October, a little after four in the afternoon. I was at the MFA feed store in Clinton, Missouri, loading two sacks of mineral into the back of my truck. The wind was coming hard out…

The Empty Chairs I woke up from heart surgery alone. The first thing I saw was the ceiling. White tiles with little holes in them. The second thing I saw was the window, gray Seattle sky pressing against the glass. The third thing I saw were the three chairs lined up against the wall beside…

Ninety-One Thousand Five Hundred Pennies Part One: The Buckets Dale Heckert tipped the last bucket at four o’clock on a Friday. I heard it before I saw it. A sound like hail on a tin roof, except it didn’t stop. It went on and on, a rushing, rattling roar, and then a heavy slithering thud…