Her fight to save the Tree wasn’t going well, so she was ramping up her plan of action. She was going to hold a sit-in. When I got up at 5:00 am Friday to catch the 6:00 am Greyhound, the only sign of Mom was a note on the kitchen table wishing me good luck beside a brown-bag breakfast of muffins...
There is a second figure in the shadows behind the cruiser’s headlights. My jaw clenches. My voice dies in my throat. It’s a big, burly man with black hair and a beard. And he’s straddling a motorcycle. The biker dismounts and swaggers toward the deputy. As he walks in front of the headlights, I ...
There were girls in long dresses and high-heeled silk shoes, girls with elaborate braids and sparkly clips in their hair. All of them were chattering nonstop as they fixed each other’s hair and costumes. Magnolia could barely turn around without being stabbed by a safety pin or choked by a cloud ...
