I lean over to comb that unruly strand of hair away from her eye.  At first, Natasha seems startled. Then she lets me tuck it, ever so g...

From this distance I can barely see her. Wrapped in a long robe, which is made of some shimmering fabric, the only flesh visible to me is ...

At such moments I find that I miss being with my ma, who threw me out of her place long ago. I miss her, because inside—where no one else ...

Just my luck! It was too late to prepare myself now, because two things happened at once: first, I spotted the slender outline of a girl u...

Pamela Fagan Hutchins is the YA author of the What Doesn't Kill You romantic mysteries, and (possibly) hilarious nonfiction. She is pa...

D on’t open your eyes Try not to see Things are no longer Where things ought to be That voice—is it her? Behind a closed door ...

“Didn’t you tell her there’s a war going on?” “I said it only a million times! I told her over and over: it’s a long journey across the ...