Chanting… Nutcrackers?
I’ve always loved Nutcrackers, but I haven’t ever had one of my own. Unless earrings count – and I don’t think they do. This Christmas,
I’ve always loved Nutcrackers, but I haven’t ever had one of my own. Unless earrings count – and I don’t think they do. This Christmas,
When I set out to write The Lost Dutchman’s Secret, I had no idea the trouble it would get me into. I knew that people
I woke up with a start. The train had pulled into the station and the conductor yelled for Chicago. Trying to avoid rubbing my eyes,
Chapter XXXVI – Ginger Thomas Ginger jumped as Mary hit the ground and Timothy bolted across the room. Eddie tugged on her arm. “What happened?”
The loss, the tears, the grief, The pain that seems to grow. The broken, bleeding hearts That splintered by this blow. They say You’re on
Grief. I’m not sure it’s something that any of us know how to process. Not really. Even when it’s expected, it tends to manage to
I’d heard that April Hayman had been looking for her hero, Hugh; that somehow or other, he had disappeared from the pages of her book,
Chapter XXXV – Monique Rodriguez When Mr. Xavier left her to help the man Monique didn’t like, what little sense of security she had gained,
Rebekah Jones is first and foremost a follower of the Living God. She started writing as a little girl, seeking to glorify her King with her books and stories…
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