“It was difficult being so far away from everything she loved. But here, she had Edward and Alice and her work. And… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“It's Ms. Armano.” “Oh, Ms, huh. One of those women's libbers?” He chuckled, glancing up at her. “I prefer independent woman who… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“Even though he was busy adjusting and gripping his rope, he glanced over and smiled. She had her camera up waiting for… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“Come on, Caulder, come on, baby!" By now she jumped up and down like the kids in the stands. Five, four, three...… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
“I wasn't raised to let a woman walk through a dimly lit parking lot alone. Wasn't born in a cornfield, you know.”… — Mary J. McCoy-Dressel Copy Share Image
