It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.
I was just telling Claire about a guy I met in bread class. I hate him, but he could be my soul mate.
The Waverley sisters hadn't been close as children, but they were as thick as thieves now, the way adult siblings often are, the moment they realize that family is actually a choice.
On the day the tree bloomed in the fall, when its white apple blossoms fell and covered the ground like snow, it was tradition for the Waverleys to gather in the garden like survivors of some great catastrophe, hugging one another, laughing as they t...
It was lemon verbena day, so the house was filled with a sweet-tart scent that conjured images of picnic blankets and white clouds shaped like true-love hearts.
...everyone knows that road, the one leading out of town into a deep green expanse of pastures and old farmhouses, which at first makes it seem like you're entering a fairy tale, something sweet and old fashioned and lost in time. But, like all fairy...
Some of Bay's fondest memories were of lying under the apple tree in the summer while Claire gardened and the apple tree tossed apples at her like a dog trying to coax its owner into playing catch.
Under her thick pancake makeup, her skin had been pockmarked, but he would stare at her adoringly from his cot at night and imagine her scars were constellations, a secret map to a far-off, happy place.
Under her thick pancake makeup, her sin had been pockmarked, but he would stare at her adoringly from his cot at night and imagine her scars were constellations, a secret map to a far-off, happy place.
A spell perhaps?” The prince wrinkled his face as though it physically hurt him to think and ask questions.
She wished she had known back then. Known that happiness isn't a point in time you leave behind. It's what's ahead of you. Every single day.
He loved that she made him something he never thought he'd been capable of being. Someone who stayed.
Sometimes it's difficult to tell what side of the moral compass we are all on. There are so many things to factor in.
Motherhood is hard enough without judgement from others who don't know the whole story.
Motherhood, true motherhood, was what went on when no one else could see.
There's not a lot I can fix for her anymore. Band-Aid and bedtime story days are almost over. This, I can fix with a simple Welcome.
The air around her was cool lately, as if she were creating a vacuum with her unhappiness.
Waverleys know where to find the truth, they just can’t stomach it.
