day We were driving down a winding road through dark New Hampshire woods. My husband of three days and I. We had just hiked to the top of a favorite mountain to watch the sun go down over Squam Lake, like we had done a year before when marriage seemed a far off dream. A… Continue reading satisfied.
I envy those writers who sign their works “Anonymous” and get away with it. I imagine how great it would be to publish a book without anyone knowing you had written it. That way if people hated it, you would be safe from ridicule. If they loved it, you would be safe from the spotlight.… Continue reading known