Taste of Mountain Life
The phone buzzed while I was wrapping up a contract with a client in Germany. I didn't recognize
My family had been waiting for me to get married almost as eagerly as I had. At twenty-five, every visit
Clara Tillman could still hear the music, even from out here. The bass thrummed through the barn’s old
“Could Ruby stay at your place for a few days?” Lorraine kept her eyes on the peach tree she was pruning.
Mia’s boyfriend had a habit of turning serious things into jokes. “So this grand old terrace is yours one day?
Ben Callaghan was stacking timber at a hardware depot in Geelong when the manager asked him to come into
By the time Simon complained about the leftover lamb, I had already picked up his wet towel, moved his
Mark delivered the news on a warm Melbourne evening while the scent of grilled barramundi still hung
The first time I saw Finn after the funeral, he was already halfway up the path to Stony Knob.
I was halfway into my flannel sheets, the cabin silent except for the wind worrying the pine branches