Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror.

"Sure is, girlfriend." Eric grinned at me.

“Food, the southern offering on the altar of crisis.”

“This was an unpleasant trend. I didn’t want a lot of guys popping in and out of…”

“JB’s mother had taught him early on that appreciated women are happy women.”

“I thought in over a thousand years I'd seen all there was to see.”