The squeal pierces the quiet Sunday afternoon. Unmistakably swine. I lift my head, wipe my bottom lip with the back of my hand. The muted...

My psychology professors won’t admit it, but to truly understand people, try spending some time as a waitress.              As a...

“All our affairs seem to be in order,” William told her that evening over coffee.  “And profits should be high this year.”            ...

Wake up, Angela, wake up, a timid voice whispered into Laura’s ear. Heart fluttering under her skin, her t-shirt drenched in cold sweat,...