My first impression of Sherry was “Stepford Wife”. A tall, thin, blonde, Sherry appeared to be the perfect wife and mother. The stones in her garden
Closing my eyes, I imagine a body of water. In my mind’s eye I see a lake in Muskoka: a thick morning mist hovering over the
Today is where your book begins; the rest is still unwritten. These song lyrics have run through my mind all night, keeping me from sleeping.
“I hate my life right now!” Leigh had been lamenting for most of the evening. It was New Year’s Eve, and I had invited a
My husband always tells me that I am failing my way through life with an A+. It started when I returned to university to upgrade
“All I need is to win the lottery,” Mae often proclaims. “That’s not true,” I tell her. “But if I had enough money, my problems