By Jeremy Lambert Ask not how my story ended. That is soon to be well known, or at least, thought to be. What will be whispered in the ears of many is quite far from the truth. Rather ask how it began, for that I fear, is more frightening than any conceivable end. Yesterday I buried my wife of three years. The woman that was more to me than the God before whom I kneel. … [Read more...] about The Burial of Elizabeth Price
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By Gregory Chin Jessica’s blue eyes lit up like Christmas lights when I gave her the keys to her mother’s Mustang. She looked so much like Diane in that moment, her glistening lips curving slowly from a half-open look of wonder to the broadest of broad smiles. Her auburn hair smelled sweet: grapefruit citrus shampoo infused with passion fruit something. She squealed and hug … [Read more...] about Love Cars