We devoured this book. Each night with me, we read a chapter. They're relatively short, four or five pages, and so each story is just long enough for a before-bedtime read.
Roasting a chicken in the slow cooker is not only one of the easiest things you can do, it's one of the best. Do it right, and if you have kids or company, they'll think you're a star (not a... Continue Reading →
I do believe that the arc of the moral universe bends towards justice, but change does take time, and it's often a fight.
In this line of work, you have to know when to use the carrot, and when to use the stick. Thud was nearly twice my size though probably a month younger. All he’d have to do is fall over on me, even a little bit, and I’m pretty sure I’d break. I motioned O’Shaughnessy to watch lookout – see any of the Biggies coming back into the room, distract. He knew what to do.
The older bald man sits in a light-rose wingback chair. What look like two security guards stand behind him, motionless. They haven't taken off their sunglasses yet. It doesn't look like they're going to.
About twenty-five years ago, my parents bought several acres near the edge of Pulaski County, Arkansas, a forty-five minute drive from downtown Little Rock. The property is beautiful, most of it wooded behind a small pond where my parents have... Continue Reading →
Sitting in the seat of the big Cadillac, he clicked the freshly loaded clip back into the Beretta and checked the safety, slid it comfortably back into the holster, like a hand going into a waiting pocket. He was glad the running was over, glad that he would be able to ask for the bonus without any guilt this time.
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