I wasn't always overweight. I was a skinny little punk of a kid with severe asthma. When I got married at the age of 22, I wore a cut-down size eight wedding gown.
She’s about as deep as an Arizona mud puddle.
Savannah gray bricks
I was supposed to be working on 'The Weekenders,' but I was blocked. I got this crazy idea that I would make Christmas stockings out of blankets.
Hey, Mimi. Did that homophobe lady bring any dessert?
It was a closely held family
For a writer, capturing that elusive Christmas morning magic can be deeply problematic.
Tiddled.
Phone number to Booker
You couldn’t hit the ball with a steam iron today,
He wants out, Annajane thought. He does not want to marry this woman.
Old wounds. They faded, but they never really went away, did they?
Losing a parent, I guess it makes you realize none of us is gonna be immortal.
I sold him the house, if you want to know. Maybe I’ll buy it back, when I sell my screenplay.
Talked to Allie today? Is there
Picked up sandwiches and chips
Never trust a man who hollers at the help,
It was an earworm, and she was certain Clint had deliberately planted it in her subconscious.
She felt the past come rushing back with a ferocity that nearly knocked her down. And it struck her, this was not just a flare-up she was experiencing, not just a bout of spring fever. This was full-b...
Dammit, I gotta go, Clint rasped. He slid off the bed, and faltered. His gown bunched at the waist and Greer looked away, but not before glimpsing something she knew she could never unsee.