Chili. Again. "Do you serve the same thing every week?" Genna asked, lugging the big pot to the serving counter without nearly falling this time. Her apron, covering her dark skinny jeans and black fitted t-shirt, remained mostly white today, only a few specks of tomato sa...
. . time is but a blink sometimes)"Ring-a-round a rosie, A pocket full of posies; Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down." The two little girls collapsed into the lush green grass. The blonde one, seven-year-old Emily Ann Dryer, kicked her feet with joy, while her brunette best fr...
Hours turned to days turned to weeks turned to months. Luce barely registered the change in time. Winter became Spring, which somehow bloomed Summer. The white coldness that had taken Serah from him was now long gone as everything again turned lively and green. Luce wandered, and wallowed, occasi...
This book (especially the opening line) is dedicated to you. I only wish you were still here with us so you could read it. I miss you. How do you adequately thank the people who have so greatly impacted your life? I’d buy you all a round of shots if I could (Grey Goose, of course. Carmine would i...