The street was empty, save the last few stragglers wandering from porch to porch searching for the last of the Halloween loot. Beth didn’t want to sit alone in the drizzle but she wasn’t ready to head home yet either.
At 12 she was just on the cusp of feeling too old for trick or treating, but she couldn’t stand to be in that house any longer. As her mother’s days grew fewer and fewer the mo...
The sound of leaves crunching crisply beneath my boots fills the air with a beautiful autumn melody. The scent of the morning rain still lingers heavy in the air. This has always been my favorite time of year. Fall, with its bone chilling moodiness, it feels like the world is on the precipice of snuggling down under quilted comforters and falling in love over a hot drink and Dawson’s Creek reruns....
