The idea sprouted a little more than a year ago. Here's what I'd like to do if I can pull it off ...

“Frankie’s like those little cars at the circus. You keep thinking there can’t be anything more, but clowns just keep pouring out ..."

The ghosts were throwing a party. They hadn’t invited me to their shindig, but I was there.

The sun was hot on the top of her blonde head, and she wanted to hear the rush of Crabtree Falls so much it nearly made her skin itch.