The snow didn’t fall on Blackwood Ridge; it assaulted it. The wind howled through the skeletal trees like a dying animal, stripping the warmth from the air…
I know the exact time because I’d been awake for hours, watching the red digital numbers on my nightstand tick forward with that peculiar, mocking insistence that…
The smell of vanilla extract and browned butter filled my kitchen, a scent designed to disarm. To the outside world, and specifically to my son-in-law, Mark, this…
The dining room chandelier was a gaudy thing, dripping with faux crystals that scattered fractured light across the Thanksgiving table. It was much like my family: flashy,…