“France? Eugh. It’s so…full of the French,” she said. “I can’t stand it. The language, the culture, the wine, the food. All… — Debbie McGowan Disgust Copy Share Image
“What would she have made of her life in the absence of childbirth? Maybe no more than she did in its presence… — Debbie McGowan Life Copy Share Image
“In his dreams—not the scariest thing in the world, a waterslide. Some of his clients told of nightmarish chases, being pursued by… — Debbie McGowan Dream Copy Share Image
“Hello,” he smiled warmly and his big, brown eyes twinkled. “I’m James. James Brown.” “Nice one,” she giggled. “Yes, my parents thought… — Debbie McGowan Brown eyes Copy Share Image
“The magnificence of the English spring had stilled not only his tongue, but his thoughts also. His brain, always run ragged with… — Debbie McGowan Copy Share Image
