Closing the gate on her oldest fears as she had closed the gate of her own fenced yard, she discovered the wings she’d always wished she had.

Life always seems to have worries, even if you own a big and beautiful house on the best street in town.

And soon they were rolling on again, leaving Treegap behind, and as they went, the tinkling little melody of a music box drifted out behind them and was lost at last far down the road.

And finally she had sobbed the only truth there was into her mother’s shoulder, the only explanation: the Tucks were her friends. She had done it because – in spite of everything, she loved them.

What is your suggestion for someone who wants to start writing? Be a reader. It’s the only real way to learn how to tell a story.

She’s gone,” he answered.

You can’t have living without dying.

A fresh breeze lifted Winnie’s hair, and from somewhere in the village behind them a dog barked.

Life’s got to be lived, no matter how long or short.

Midville’s best street was High Street. It was up on a hill. Not much of a hill, to tell the truth, but in that part of the state, the flat south-central part, hills are not taken for granted.