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Marcus Webb's fourteenth nanny quit at 6:40 on a Tuesday morning, standing in his driveway in Bellaire

At 7:14 on a Tuesday morning, my stepdaughter Dana called to tell me my husband had died during the night.

For nine years I ran the books for a family-owned hardware store in Tulsa, Oklahoma, the kind of place

At sixty-nine, I finally took the trip I'd put off since my husband died — two weeks in Charleston

When Danny opened the door, Ashley stood there holding a dog. Or what was left of one. A bloody bundle

The wind off Lake Erie cut through Margaret Doyle's coat like it had something personal against her.

Every October, when the leaves finally give up on Miller Road, that pear tree at the edge of what used

Cold Front Over Route 9 Mark stood in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed over his chest, still wearing

The day they discharged me from Candler Hospital, Savannah was in the middle of its annual pollen storm.

The GPS said forty-one minutes, but the rain made it an hour. Emily Sorensen drove with one hand, her