“I don’t make the rules, I just follow them,” the mayor said apologetically. The village of French farmers looked at the man, appraising his reasoning and cowardice. Now that German soldiers occupied their village, they were required to identify their …
When sister Nancy dies, people foist her voice.
Nancy would want you to be a lawyer, put aside fantasy.
Nancy was soft. Why can’t you control your temper?
What they don’t say: Nancy loved cruising through wealthy neighborhoods blasting Elvis. …
They had been walking for hours, yet were within a mile of the home they’d each known intimately for eighteen years. The forest had miles of trails; there was no shortage of paths. They wound through maple and oak clusters, …
When Ryan got the opportunity to audition for the big metal band out in Los Angeles, we all fantasized about making it. He was our shot, our big red toe in the door. He would live out in California and tour …
Perhaps you are wondering how it came to be that my mother, a nice Jewish woman, I must interject here, sat in an airport one snowy day clutching a book describing Catholic saints, a book she had paid good money …
The end was nigh.
His majesty had entrusted the Commander:
Plan the way to victory.
Call all forces to arms.
Attack… counterattack… defend.
Make unthinkable sacrifices where necessary, but…
Above all else – PREVAIL!
‘Twas not, however, to be.
First …
She could feel the sting of the rubbing alcohol, but she had done this so many times she no longer winced. Naomi continued to dab her scalp with cotton swabs where the missing hanks of her hair exposed raw, traumatized …
Strawberry-Flavored Punch:
Strawberry-flavored punch and a thickly frosted sheet cake take up the entire length of Betsy Barbington’s kitchen table. “I’m the matron of honor!” she says. Betsy and the Bride-to-Be don’t believe in drinking. They think it’s evil. I’ve …
