I don't write the kind of 'happily ever after' that romance readers enjoy.

i was momentarily sidetracked by the vision of Eric herding a cow into a trailer and driving it to the shoulder of the the interstate and shooing it into the trees.

My mother finally took me to a child psychologist, who knew exactly what I was, but she just couldn’t accept it and kept trying to tell my folks I was reading their body language and was very observant, so I had good reason to imagine I heard people’s thoughts. Of course, she couldn’t admit I was literally hearing people’s thoughts because that just didn’t fit into her world.

Just because one of Arlene's husbands was a murderer is no reason for me to be ugly

The average woman would not be pondering how fast her date could kill her, but I’ll never be an average woman.

Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror. "Sure is, girlfriend." Eric grinned at me.

If I was getting harder, it was in response to the world around me.