Bursting through the last golden rays of the day, a beautiful raven-haired woman stops abruptly. She focuses on the familiar Mason on the far side of the Rue de Blanc Monteaux. A veil of contrasting emotions of excitement and anxiety envelops her as she approaches the ancient front door. Doubt stops her hand mid-air. Frozen, she stands perfectly still and thinks. I know why…
A love that has not diminished with the years, is a stronger love than the fear that imprisons it…. kg
When you find this letter, you will know that I have been to Rue Royale. You will know immediately that I have broken your rules.
Mother always began her day with breakfast in bed. The tray laid out like a road map to her…
This is the second of the storytime series…A collection of memories and musings from my childhood…Kate Granado
As the Greyhound bus raced down the highway, my mother slept quietly beside me. The rhythm of her breath keeping beat with the hum of the tires beneath us. “We’ll be in Kansas tomorrow.” She reassured me as she dozed off. I kept…
This is the first of the Storytime Essays. A collection of memories and musings from my childhood…kate granado
With the moon low in the sky and the sun stretching to begin a new day, we waited in line. The widow insisting that we arrive before dawn for the 6:00 am express. If you travel across the country on a Greyhound bus, you should ride in…
