Author name: Charlie

When my fourteen-year-old daughter, Ciri, came home from school pushing a battered stroller with two newborn babies inside, I truly believed that

When my dad died last spring, the world didn’t shatter the way people always describe. It didn’t scream or explode.

My name’s Gerald. I’m forty-five years old. I drive a school bus in a town most people slow down for

By the time I dragged myself into the laundromat that morning, I was running on fumes—Willow’s small body warm and

When Khal agreed to become a surrogate, she believed she was making a sacrifice for love. For family. For stability.

Does Unplugging Appliances Really Save Electricity? The Truth About “Vampire Power” We live in an age where every corner of

The first time she asked me, her voice was softer than the beeping monitors beside her bed. “Mr. Mike… will

I’m Darla, and at sixty years old, I was finally choosing myself. I never expected that decision to come wrapped