There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.― Beatrix Potter It happened again last night. Around four in the morning, in that porous hour where the mind has loosened its grip, I woke to find my mother sitting at the end of my …
The grandfather clock in the entryway of James Herriot’s home kept time. Tick, tick, tick - as if nothing had changed. The sound filled the narrow hall, brushing against the faint smell of wool coats and polish. Light from a small window pooled on the patterned floor tiles, catching a thread of red from the …
Julie Pesano 