Gran was gone. She had passed quietly one night in springtime, and Annie’s world shifted on its axis. The pain of this grief was like nothing she had ever felt before.
Good God, what must I do to win you?
FRIENDSHIP BREAD STARTER 3 cups sugar 3 cups flour 3 cups milk Day 1: In a nonmetal bowl, combine 1 cup sugar, 1 cup flour and 1 cup milk. Stir with wooden or plastic spoon (don’t use metal spoon or e...
Dreams changed a person, and there was a little danger in that, because having a powerful dream made you vulnerable to failure and disappointment.
Did you know a child laughs an average of three hundred times a day, and an adult just three?
CIAMBELLONE Ciambellone is a cross between a cake and a bread, with a nice texture well suited to be served at breakfast or with coffee. The smell of a baking ciambellone is said to turn a scowl into...
But life had a way of interfering with one’s plans. Things popped up unexpectedly, and suddenly a carefully plotted route had to be recalculated.
Aw, Gran. Annie had been fighting tears from the moment she’d boarded the train from New York. Please don’t leave me. I won’t, she said with a gentle smile. Keep me in your heart, and you’ll always kn...
Another thing Gran would say was imprinted on Annie’s heart—remember the love. When times get hard and you start wondering why you got married in the first place, remember the love.
A sudden bold and unexpected question doth many times surprise a man and lay him open. —Sir Francis Bacon, 1561-1626
A lot of things would be lost or undone if people sat around, waiting for a miracle.
A capital ship for an ocean trip Was the Walloping Window Blind—No gale that blew dismayed her crew Or troubled the captain’s mind. The man at the wheel was taught to feel Contempt for the wildest blo...
Your smile is my sunshine.
The one who was lost. It was as if someone had pulled a dark hood over her face, spun her around until she was dizzy, then thrust her forward, to grope her way blindly through life, praying she would...
Stopped right in the middle of the path, cast a furtive glance left and right and then pressed his mouth in full lockdown mode upon hers. Ew.
Heart—life had grace notes. These were moments so sweet that they could be tucked like the smallest of keepsakes, never to be forgotten. She
You’re good at so many things, Camille said. I’m a fat loser, Julie stated. And don’t say I’m not fat because I am. Camille felt ill. She’d been blind to what Julie wanted. Was she a terrible mother f...
What I mistook for love was simply a powerful form of wishful thinking,
She kept sneaking looks at him. He had strong, chiseled features, his jaw softened by a day or two's growth of beard. And those shoulders. She'd always been a sucker for a guy's strong shoulders. Big...
On Sunday, something washed up on shore.