At eight a.m. the next morning, Sara sat down at the breakfast table and had her toast and coffee. She was going to go back to work for...

A few days later, Sara was washing dishes after work when the phone rang. “Hello,” Sara said. “Sara?” “Yes, this is she.” “It’s James.”...

Sara was walking through Forsyth Park, again. She could see the fountain in front of her, spraying water in all directions, the droplets...

By the time Sara had finished her shower and gotten dressed, she was ready for a snack. She headed into the kitchen to find James...

There is a moment sometime in September in the South, when you realize that summer is not forever. Yesterday you were certain that...

The crowds were thick on River Street. Sara and James walked together over the uneven cobblestones after their dinner avoiding...

“Hey, Sara.” The voice coming through the phone was familiar, even if the number on the caller I.D. had not been. “Eve?” Sara had not...

Sara was standing at the kitchen sink, her arms up to her elbows in dishwater, trying to find that last fork she knew was in there. What...

This morning I woke up for some reason thinking about the book "A Severe Mercy." I honestly can't remember what thread of thought led me...

Well...I guess it's going ok. We knew that it would be challenging. Of course it would be more difficult to have someone else's schedule...