Author: sarah

When I was a child, I always smelled faintly of hay.My mornings were spent scattering feed for the hens, my afternoons brushing down ponies, and

Harper, my supervisor, believed she had all the authority when she made me babysit her kids or lose my job. The haughty ultimatum proved to

Have you ever been walking in a quiet neighborhood or on a trail in the country and noticed a purple fence? Not a regular brown

“My five-year-old daughter and I were just about ready to leave Target today when it started to pour rain. We stopped our cart behind the

My grandfather was a man of few words and many acres — the sort of farmer people imagined when they thought of honest, hard work:

Grandma and Grandpa visited their kids for the night. Discovering the Pills While exploring the medicine cabinet, Grandpa discovered a bottle of V pills. Curiously,

The biker overheard three men bidding on a teenage girl in the gas station bathroom at 3 AM like she was livestock. I’d pulled off

When our golden retriever, Beau, wouldn’t stop barking at the nanny, we thought he was just being territorial. Maybe jealous. We even talked about rehoming

I used to be puzzled by one particular coworker. She was quiet, plain, almost invisible. The kind of person you barely notice in a crowded