The West Valley City police were still silent about the fact that it was Susan’s blood that they’d recovered from her house, and that she had left a note saying she was afraid her husband might kill h...
You poke at evil with a stick, Valerie had said, offering chilling advice they'd never forget. Never use your fingers.
Why you need a reason for everything? Reason is something people say to make sense of things that don't make sense.
Thinking and dreaming of what happened is a far different experience than giving voice to events that haunt you. You cry when you tell someone something. You shake. You get sick. You seek comfort. Whe...
TV movie announced by USA Network also occupied Mary Kay's time and though she didn't
She was only fifteen! What is the matter with these kids today? Can't they wait to have sex until they get their driver's license and can go somewhere?
It is always easier to sleep at night if the monsters outside your house only knock when you give them cause.
I'd tell my mother to, you know, go you-know-what herself and I would go help those children. They're in an orphanage and they've got family! That's sickening. What does John do? Nothing. His kids are...
He always told his girl, If only these walls could talk... the world would know just how hard it is to tell the truth in a story in which everyone's a liar.But the walls didn't talk.
Duct tape, it turns out, is useful for many things beyond household repair. When I woke up, my wrists and legs had been bound. My lips had been sealed shut. I remember running my tongue over my front...
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Lobby of the Santa Louisa courthouse drinking a cup of black tea from a paper cup. She pushed her long, dark hair behind her ears and tapped her pointed shoes in time with the Muzak undulating over th...
A negative soul who made a point of slicing the joy from any possible moment with her razor of a tongue.
There’s another, simple, idea that has been shared on the Internet: after buckling a child into a car seat, a driver takes off his or her left shoe and puts it on the back seat. Once they reach their...
Our marriage is quietly rocky. Silently in shambles. I love her without a scintilla of doubt.
Only in the campfire-stoked stories of Boy Scouts, bedtime tales baby-sitters employ to frighten bratty charges, or in the sweet delight of grandpas who never grew up, would the stories live on.
No one speaks the truth to anyone anymore. Lies either by omission or purposefully have become our national pastime. Backstabbing is an Olympic sport. Or at least it should be.
Mary Kay would come home after being two hours late and sit in her car for a half hour and go through mail and papers, and I'd be just sitting there waiting to go home. After the kids were sleeping......
But, Kristen, the blood, he says, I don’t know how the blood got there. He glances at me, then back at his drink. He looks like he might cry. Honey, you cut your finger at work, I say, though unconvin...
But just as no one really knows what it is like to be a mother until she holds her first child, no one who hadn't felt the sudden loss of a child could ever even approximate the stabbing ache that cam...