By: Adrienne Crew

When I look at the fish scaler, I see my family’s frugality and ingenuity.

By: Alissa Walker

Selections were made with a satisfying double-thwang of a letter key and number key pressed in quick succession.

By: Erin M. Routson

The paper wallet still makes me laugh. And cry.

By: Chelsey Johnson

The horses developed complex social networks, animosities and affections.

By: Dave Boerger

I became a “soldier in God’s army.”

By: Tony Leone

Model building was considered nerdy, but I didn’t care — and I still don’t care.

By: Karl Taro Greenfeld

He became the world’s foremost expert in opium antiquities.

By: Jason Gilbert

I was no longer purchasing the Hand; the Hand had been entrusted to me.

By: Malcolm Evans

The blue ribband; how the ship would look dwarfing Nelson’s column…

By: Chapell Ellison

She digs past a mix of decorative pins, figurines and trinkets, toward a sound — a distinct jingling.

By: Carla Sinclair

Carla Sinclair on FACTSHEET FIVE

By: Andrew Innes

“BUST OF DUCK!” we intoned in our deepest Don Pardo voices.

By: Sean Patrick Walsh

Hunting and pecking and foraging for things to say.

By: Jae Nichelle

She methodically dipped sheet music in the glue and smoothed it out onto the canvas.

By: Elizabeth Foy Larsen

Did I make the bookends to remind my dad that he had a family back in Minnesota?