LETTERS TO JULIA by Sara Cummings
LETTERS TO JULIAby Sara Cummings
It felt like it had been decades since I’d last been home and driving down the same roads that I’d driven for the first 18 years of my life. It...
SOMETHING GRAND by Joann Smith
SOMETHING GRANDby Joann Smith
“My God, it’s the church,” Mary Ryan cried as she and her neighbors Dora Amato and Eddie and Carol Edmunds turned the corner onto the Grand Concourse.Mary Ryan had been lying...