“Pimple?” he asked. “Um, yeah.” Her fingers lowered from where she had been idly pinching the pressure point on her chin. “I guess all this sunscreen doesn’t agree with my skin.” Maia ground her teeth and shaded her eyes, gazing… Continue Reading
Your grandfather promised me the moon when he proposed, but he could only afford Everest. I loved him so much we could have honeymooned at the bottom of a well, but he insisted that our first time would be the… Continue Reading
Dad insisted on two things when we were growing up: fireworks at the lake for Fourth of July and the slog to Punxsutawney to see good ol’ Phil every February second. Maybe Brendan and I shouldn’t have rolled our eyes… Continue Reading