This is a story about hope. Not the trite, Hallmark-style of hope, but the sense of pushing up from loss or failure or trauma with eyes forward and tail held high. Although the subtitle mentions second chances, the characters here—human and non—are actually dealing with third or fourth chances. T...
Charlotte Heath, a lively, independent redhead of humble beginnings, is married to the scion of the powerful Heath family. When, on her first outing after a long illness, she spies her husband, Hays, bending to kiss another woman in the village square, impulsive Charlotte heads her horses straigh...
I took stock of my situation in what I felt was a rational way, and the slant of my body, I decided, was like the figure of an inclined plane in one of Beppi’s science books, or maybe the subject was mathematics. Sometimes at Aldo’s I threatened to go home without singing unless Beppi put some ef...
I had closed the bunkroom door before my shower, and I’d locked it. Where the little white dog had been hiding, I’d never know. She was sitting on the bunk closest to the bathroom when I came out, trailing steam and the smells of my soap and shampoo and bareness. Her head was tipped to one side. ...