“Despite an icy northeast wind huffing across the bay I sneak out after dark, after my mother falls asleep clutching her leather Bible, and I hike up the rutted road to the frosted meadow to stand in mist, my shoes… — Bob Thurber Copy Share Image
“She told herself that the possible relationship between Father and Thomas was the only reason she had any interest in him. But, more than a few times she’d pushed away the memory of his dark blue eyes, straight nose, and… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share Image
