I don't know everything, not yet. But I'm not entirely stupid, as love is not always entirely blind, only sometimes.

It wasn't really a miracle to give birth. The miracle lay in raising the child into a decent person.

Heavy footsteps on the staircase right above my head could only mean one thing. They were headed toward the granary. They were coming for me.

There are many things plugged into him, around him. He doesn’t want to do this, and I’m a betrayer.

Torn between her only family tie and the personal connection she had with California’s northern coast, Mona Myers weighed her options while making her way in silent reflection down the