Brit sits on the carpet in the living room, an elbow propped up on the glass coffee table and its corresponding hand cupping her forehead…
“And to my eldest son, John,” read the attorney, “I leave the keys to the family business. May it bring you the same…
Ryan is on fire for the Lord. We’re sixteen, and it’s the dawn of the new millennium. We meet in our community theatre’s…
The pretty coffee shop girl looked at me with horror. “You know dogs are allergic to chocolate right?” she said. She was reading the poster…