I couldn’t resist. It was Sunday—a time of exhaustion after a six day workweek. I needed my fix of Pride and Prejudice. I wanted to escape into a good strong dose of Napoleonic waistlines, rakish secrets, and parlor room discussions about screens embroidered with I know not what.“Jesus, Ger, I wa...
There are no trees, except for a line of impossibly tall palms lining the side of the road. The park across the street and down the hill hogs all the nearby shade with its few clusters of scraggly sycamores. I get out of my new blue hybrid, beeping it locked. I have to keep Dalton safe. Sugar las...