Prologue May 7, 2002 AN EERIE, FINGERLIKE MIST rose from the lake, luring Karis to the water’s edge. She stepped off the trail, shivering in…
Forty years ago , I said “I do” and married my husband Mark. He is my real-life romance, and you’ll find bits and pieces of…
According to the Old Farmer's Almanac, winter officially ended at 5:00 a.m. on March 20th, and spring arrived at 5:01 a.m.! I woke up at…
