She always sits on her veranda. In her dark blue house dress, she sits in her wicker rocker. She’s on her veranda before the paperboy–sleepy-eyed and clumsy–throws the morning paper…
Glittery confetti swirled around the float. Pinks and Purples decorated the makeshift castle. Rachel Miller held the railing tighter just hoping–wishing–believing she would see a real-life princess. “Oh! Oh! There…
Blane Wilder pulls out a chair and sits down. His deep green eyes freckled with flicks of hazel scan the room. It’s spacious yet intimate with round tables and comfy…
We stumbled down the stony path. Giggles and snorts filled the air. The pit-patter of our feet on the worn willowy wooden planks of the dock slowed as our young eyes…