Unlucky in love one too many times, I decided to turn to witchcraft.
Working and worrying went together the summer Joanne's only child turned 14, as if God thought she might get too relaxed if Abbie learned not to repeat any of her mother's mistakes.
Aric and I used to rationalize this affliction as a need to control our environment. But there again it was just a matter of not liking the glare of what we were.
Nothing that belonged to Christmas could find a place here. "Christmas can survive no snow. But no cookies? No way."