Debbie Macomber Quote

The sunlight had broken through the trees and landed on her like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

It was a comedy of errors.

I’d come to appreciate the sounds of silence. I’d grown accustomed to the stillness of Ponder, where one could hear the snow being blown off the tree limbs by the wind, the distant cry of a caribou, a...

The minute I set eyes on your mother, I felt this thing happen in my gut, like the flu bug hit me worse than any sickness I’ve ever had, worse than the bubonic plague. His love analogy could use a lit...

Good friends, good meat. Good God, let’s eat!