“I smiled back as he walked away, but all the lovely butterflies in my stomach landed one by one in a cold, dead heap.” — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“Autumn always fascinated me—so much beauty in dying. Leaves holding on until the bitter end, finally going down in a blaze of glory, almost… — Myra Mcentire Copy Share Image
“I avoided any theme parks or museums where the employees dressed true to period. Complete nightmare. I also spent a lot of time trying… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“I have Michael's number on my phone. I could call him and ask him to come over." I'd do whatever it took to talk to Michael. If that included serving up some extra crazy with a side of sauce, so be it. "Babe?" he called over his shoulder to Dru, watching me with wide eyes as I kept singing, twirling… — Myra McEntire Copy Share
“I walked in without knocking. The screen door banged to a close behind me announcing my presence. I followed my nose to the kitchen and found Kaleb standing by the stove. He stirred something that smelled absolutely delicious a wooden spoon in one hand and a huge chef’s knife in the other. “Are you sober?” I asked from the doorway.… — Myra McEntire Copy Share
“Can you do any nature sounds, birdcalls?" "Birdcalls?" He'd cracked from the pressure. "In case you need me.” — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“I wanted to be alone with him. Really alone. "Maybe we should take this back to my place." He lifted his head to look… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“Screw what the world expects. Think about all the things you’ve faced. You cracked, but you didn’t break. You’re still standing. I’d call that… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“It's different this time." "It was different last time." Thomas tried again. "This guy-" "Has a third eye you can visibly see?” — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“You know, Scarlett, Rhett didn't give a damn, and frankly, I don't either. - Emerson” — Myra McEntire Copy Share
“I love you - broken in pieces, whole, however. No matter what the future brings, no matter what was in the past.” — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“I've not forgiven you." I could feel my legs shaking, hear the tears in my voice. "I don't know how long it's going to… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
“Isn't the information about your ability enough to digest right now?" " The info is digested , Michael. As a matter of fact, it's so digested it's getting ready to come out as a big pile of sh-" "Don't get snippy with me." His eyes flashed a warning. "I'm not snippy. I'm mad, " I returned through gritted teeth. "And… — Myra McEntire Copy Share
