On the cusp of teenagehood, I was increasingly preoccupied with a search for the elusive Cool, and suspected that this exciting, slightly nauseating sensation in the pit of my stomach was it.
Short Stories
I wouldn’t go out of my way to befriend Virginie, but I’m flattered that she accepts me into her circle.
Marguerite had always feared dying in a fire.
Liam was six when he started to shimmy up the doorway moldings.
When she puts them in, I become an advisor, an educator.
Hi, Honey! Oh, Granny is so glad to see y
My name is Elizabeth Wellington.
