I don’t know why the water and the sky scare me. I wonder if it is because here at the ocean there is no place to hide.
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.
But in late March in the Pacific Northwest, a cease-fire on precipitation only meant the clouds were taking a coffee break.
Or
A criminal case is an assemblage of facts and details in an order that presents a story to a jury. Some pieces of the puzzle are magnified and others are diminished. In some cases, pieces are hidden....
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...
Beetles never stop. They gnaw silently and relentlessly. Guilt is like that too.
Harshly, the first shift in a demeanor that Bauer
It’s a vacation rental. Transient. People come and go.
Claire and Dorothea are ill because they can afford to be ill.
A higher power was never a crutch but a scaffold. Faith kept me steady when I needed it most.
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...
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......
Some of this story is completely true. And some of it isn't. Like truth, evil comes in all sorts of flavors. Some bitter. Some deceptively sweet. Sometimes it comes with a heavy price. While most peop...
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?
Maybe it was more than that. Maybe some things shouldn't be explained.
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.
The young man from Seabeck who’d been in and out of the county jail so often he thought he’d be able to leave some belongings behind for his next stretch of incarceration.
Jesus, some thought, would get a new lawyer.
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