The bottom half of the page had descended into a doodle of a tiny man giving the middle finger to a giant, angry eagle with razor-sharp talons. Beneath it, the caption: To Mock a Killing Bird.
I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard. I held up my hand before she could interrupt. But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to mak...
Love mattered, in the end. A house without love would always fall, maybe not today or tomorrow, but in the end without love nothing could endure.