Thomas Brennan was dying on a scorching Atlanta sidewalk, and no one cared. He was thirty-four
The afternoon sun beat down mercilessly on our small town of Meadow Creek, turning the dirt roads
The man often spent time at the zoo. Long before the accident, when he could still walk, he had worked
My name is Lena Hartwell, and I had always imagined my wedding day as a perfect, gentle memory —
Courtney Johnson had walked into Jefferson Middle School that Tuesday morning feeling lighter than air.
The grill hissed like an animal learning to breathe again. Beyond it, the blue ridge foothills sloped
Alex woke before his alarm. Outside the window, the world was a canvas of gray, with beads of rain
People were just relaxing by the shore, enjoying the sun, the sound of the waves, and a calm day, when