I waited in line at the grocery store and stared at the tabloid magazines.
By the time Mariel arrives at the water’s edge, the sun’s hanging low.
I wouldn’t go out of my way to befriend Virginie, but I’m flattered that she accepts me into her circle.
Liam was six when he started to shimmy up the doorway moldings.
Hi, Honey! Oh, Granny is so glad to see y
My name is Elizabeth Wellington.
There is an evil to him that goes beyond the worst I have read in books or seen in movies—an evil far more threatening than the shadowy figures I bring to life in my stories.