Emerging from a deep snow always feels a little like waking from a dream–one where the world is candy-coated, time stands still, and all that matters is playing fetch, taking pictures, and memorizing the beauty of an unexpected storm.
Today is the day! Shane and Lindsey are free at last, released into the bookstores, the e-readers, and the minds of readers to live out their story like they’re supposed to: in your imaginations, not mine!
The thought of my dad coming back as a stately, dignified owl warmed my heart in an unexpected way.
Alone on the prairie with only a ghost town for company, the Ames Monument has become a symbol of change and broken dreams.
One way or another, books will always be a part of our lives.
I handled meeting Wesley Silcox with all the composure of a teeny-bopper meeting Justin Beiber.