Writing Four Lives

I loved Andrea's post so much that I am shamelessly copying it! In fact, both of us can thank our co-writer Susan, for showing us the ve...

My relationship with my mother was as close as close could be. We spent hours and hours in each other's company, never tiring. We though...

     Bam!  I sat straight up in my narrow twin bed, my heart pounding in my chest, as the explosion reverberated through the house. The boom...

The French chef on public TV is making an affogato , which apparently in Italian means “drowned”.   It is a tall glass filled with a scoop...