Embossed in gold on the cover of the new bible in his lap: “Father Paul Sullivan.” He ran a thumb...
It was Christmas Eve with the circle of advent candles burning low in a pool of wax when Cee left...
The way I met Calhoun, I was sitting in the bar, the only bar we have in town. At the...
This old house is not old at all; it only feels this way. The online pictures that grabbed my attention...
Livestock Judge told me to find routine But the Smithfield office on fire is the prettiest thing I’ve seen Hope...
At five-thirty on Friday morning, Bernice had the water and oatmeal boiling, bacon strips laid out in the skillet, and...
I used to tell myself that it was the August heat that drew me away from that tarmacadam road and into the...
Coals The abandoned farm is a black pool aaaaaaain the memory of the forest beyond. The road goes by never...