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The terrace at the winery smelled like woodsmoke and cold apples. Erin rotated the last of her Chardonnay in the glass, watching the ridgeline swallow the sun. Her
Half past four on a Saturday afternoon, and Maggie already knew before the car turned into the drive. The scrape of an undercarriage on gravel. A Lexus RX,
Six years ago, we paid $89,000 for a wreck on three acres at the south end of Lake Gogebic. The listing called it a "handyman's special." The roof
I came home with sand in the cuff of my jeans and a hickey on my hip that I had not shown anyone. There was a sign in
The shelter smelled like wet newspaper and industrial cleaner, a combination that hit Dan before the door clicked shut behind him. He stood in the entryway of the
Marcus had driven twenty-two miles to get to the shelter because it was the only place in Indianapolis with beagle mixes. Six weeks old. Already weaned. Ready to
# The Gray Tom at the End of the Hall I work the Saturday shift at the Copper Creek County Animal Shelter outside Morgantown, West Virginia. In October
The Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I had four hundred dollars in my purse and a blue leash from PetSmart still in its wrapper. The shelter's website said the adoption
The county shelter sat in a fold of the Blue Ridge, fog pressing down on the switchbacks so thick the truck's headlights turned the world into gray wool.
The call came on a Tuesday at 6:41 in the evening. Renee had just taken a small meatloaf out of the oven — just enough for two —