Sending Pages Out to Dry

A fresh poinsettia plant sat just outside the office door. It was for me. Mr. Invalid had tucked a tiny Christmas card into the folds of gre...

And so we were in. Susan seems to need me and that’s fine. In her shoes I wouldn’t know what to do first and probably attempt to do everythi...

What tornado? Here in Buttermilk Bottom, blossoms and windows were spared. The Atlanta Tornado did a lot of damage to downtown's Centenn...

IWLH17 Here was a quandary. I wanted the money order Patty was all but waving under my nose, but the idea of escorting this stranger through...

Christmas morning did not exactly dawn. It may have been averaging 60-degrees for a month, but in Atlanta, when the weather changes, it chan...

In my townhouse, I opened Mom’s Christmas box and found, as promised, a collection of tablecloths and matching napkins she’d picked up at th...

Still, he exuded death to me. Henry Lowe smelled of it and he looked it with his mottled white skin and trembling fingers. Then he did what ...