With the dim light and the delicious aroma coming from the stove, she hardly recognized her own kitchen. She paused in the doorway to accustom herself to the flickering candlelight. Adam left the stove, wait to meet her and bowed low. He had a dish towel draped over his arm. "Dinner for one?" he ...
I knew she’d say, “You’re getting published. Yipee!” She did that. She’s a good, dear friend like that. But she also tends to tell me stuff I want to hear, not what I need to hear. So I’m not going to believe the hype. Not yet. But the more I researched Burning Spear Press at the library, the mor...
Up early that morning, before his parents and the other members of their party, he relished the quiet after an evening of dining and dancing, celebrating his parents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary in the first-class lounge. Along the shore of Alaska’s Inside Passage, the gray-green water lapped at...