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.
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.
For a writer, capturing that elusive Christmas morning magic can be deeply problematic.
Savannah gray bricks
I sold him the house, if you want to know. Maybe I’ll buy it back, when I sell my screenplay.
He wants out, Annajane thought. He does not want to marry this woman.
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...
Phone number to Booker
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.
It was an earworm, and she was certain Clint had deliberately planted it in her subconscious.
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.
She’s about as deep as an Arizona mud puddle.
Hey, Mimi. Did that homophobe lady bring any dessert?
Something? Relax, Lizzie said. Granny never mentioned it. But she kept a scrapbook. She clipped all the newspaper articles about the disappearance of … what was his name again? Russell Strickland. As...
Our eighty-year-old bookkeeper slash office manager. I love Miss Joyce to pieces, but I seriously doubt she’s interested in starting a new relationship.
In times like these, I think it's a good policy to hope for the best, but expect the worst.
I smoothed my grandmother’s starched white damask cloth over the battered pine harvest table in the dining room, and with my fingertips, traced the tiny patches where she’d so painstakingly mended it....
You can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat their dogs.
You couldn’t hit the ball with a steam iron today,