In Albert Camus’ novel The Plague, the French town of Oran is quarantined when people start dying from bubonic plague. No one can leave the town; no one from outside can get in. Families are torn apart, lovers are separated.
When hard winter rains came, the town of Havenwood didn’t worry too much. There are no dams nearby to flood or mountains to crumble. Havenwood sits in the middle of wide flat miles near a freeway that people take to
The first time I felt scared of what his hands could do to me was when he snatched flowers out of a vase I’d just put them in and re-arranged them himself. We’d only just started seeing each other, he’d
The latest Amazon review for my book The Wit and Wisdom of Gracie included a minor complaint: the reader said she wished the book had been longer because she wanted to hear more of my opinions. So, I am borrowing
On March 30, 1981, James Brady, press secretary to President Ronald Reagan, lay in a pool of blood, his brain swelling outside of his skull, precious life draining out of him. John Hinckley’s goal was to kill my father; he