This last Saturday, on June 27th, I got to meet one of my favorite musicians, Colbie […]
Memories of a Ghost is my first novel to take place in Rogers, Arkansas, where I’ve […]
I will be at Create-It Con, a celebration of creators, tinkerers, makers, builders, bakers, painters, engineers, and […]
Small Things takes place in Carthage, Illinois, where I grew up. All of the places in […]
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He’d been standing outside in the hallway for the last five minutes trying to put his thoughts into words, but they just wouldn’t come. Let her know how you feel, Abby said, but that was easier said than done, especially when you weren’t exactly sure how you felt in the first place. Taking a deep breath, knowing it was now or never, Paul crossed himself and then reached out to gently rap his knuckles against the closed door.

— Small Things, Chapter 16