Anne found herself in Boston, at a CRSPR conference, walking through the doors of a convention center conference room. Against the left wall were…
And When Did You Get Your Writing Bug?
Prudie stood at the foot of her bed, a hand-embroidered handkerchief spread open in front of her. She rubbed her fingers…
It was eight o’clock on a Saturday when I walked through the door of the smokey bar. Mac was in his usual spot behind the counter…
We’re only a week away from the start of the highly anticipated annual writing project…