“It’s feels like zero out there!” Lola stamped her knee-high boots on the doormat, leaving bits of frozen slush to settle into its bristly fibers. “With the wind chill, yeah.” Lola flipped the fur-lined hood of her high-end winter coat.… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“Winter in Etonville, New Jersey was not for the faint of heart.” — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“It’s feels like zero out there!” Lola stamped her knee-high boots on the doormat, leaving bits of frozen slush to settle into its bristly… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“Just the usual. Aspirin, vitamin C, a shot of whiskey.” That last was my great aunt Maureen’s remedy for whatever ailed you. She usually… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“I heard the tinkle of the welcome bells above the restaurant entrance. Probably an out-of-towner who didn’t know that the restaurant was closed on… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“I had to order the supplies for the hot cider punch and—for those needing a touch of alcohol to make it through Walter’s reinvention… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“When my high school boyfriend dumped me for my best friend two weeks before the prom, my great aunt Maureen said: Dorothy dear, life… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“Despite the fact that I was warm inside my down jacket and scarf, I shivered. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“On the center island the remaining pans of Swamp Yankee Applesauce Cake batter were lined up like victims about to face a firing squad.” — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“The turntable sounded like a good idea. One side for Act One, the other for Act Two. Passage of time. Life moving round and… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“Never mind sipping mulled wine from a paper cup, I wanted to dunk my entire head in the punch bowl.” — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“Winter in Etonville, New Jersey was not for the faint of heart.” — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
