Gail G. Taylor - SKYVANTARA

PART 1 The clock on the microwave read 2:04 in the morning when I woke up thirsty. The...

PART 1 When the church asked me to take over the books, I almost said no. My husband...

PART 1 The phone started ringing while I was standing at the kitchen counter, trying to chop celery...

PART 1 I bought my 8-year-old son a packed lunch every day. Turkey sandwich, chips, apple juice. Four...

PART 1 The sedan died on a Tuesday morning outside the post office, and by Friday afternoon my...

PART 1 My husband, David, thinks I overreact to everything. That is what he told me last night...

PART 1 The next morning, at precisely 7:30 AM, my phone began to vibrate violently. It was my...

PART 1 The envelope sat on top of the mail pile with my full name written in a...

PART 1 I stepped off the commercial transport at Norfolk after eighteen agonizing months at sea. My boots...

PART 1 My hands were stiff from the morning chill, and the grease under my fingernails had settled...