Abby heard the car pull up. A flush of triumph rose in her chest. Bella was home from school! Now the gloating could begin! Being twins, the sisters spent most of their time trying to out-do each ... [+]
Abby heard the car pull up. A flush of triumph rose in her chest. Bella was home from school! Now the gloating could begin! Being twins, the sisters spent most of their time trying to out-do each ... [+]
My daughters run across the hard-packed sand, their blonde hair—Maureen's hair—streaming out behind them. They are three little replicas of my wife. As always, the worry grips my heart with icy ... [+]
In the morning night When streetlight shadows Scramble rat-ways Under parked cars And rain, down ... [+]