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Ruth Calloway found out her daughter had a heart murmur on a Tuesday, in an exam room in Burlington

I was thirty-eight and my life was a spreadsheet. That's not a metaphor. I owned a commercial cleaning

I was standing by the dessert table at the Hilton in Scottsdale, Arizona, trying to figure out why the

The whole trip was supposed to be about green beer and a parade. Five of us packed into Maya'

# The Locksmith on Delancey Street Maren Ostrowski wasn't the type to follow her husband down a

I married Dorothy for her house on Maple Street and whatever was left in her savings account.

I still don’t know why the door was unlocked. Vitali always locked it behind him — that was one of his

The company holiday party at her husband's firm always landed on the third Friday of December.

Paula met Marcus the summer she turned thirty-six, at a birthday barbecue in her sister'

Frank Doyle didn't set out to buy a farm. He inherited forty acres outside Sturgis, South Dakota