Abby Rice

Memo to self, I thought, as I grumped my way up the sidewalk to Bernice’s front door. Never accept a Thanksgiving invite from your best friend. Next year, I’m telling her I’m spending it in the Islands. Even if the “island” I spend it with starts with “long island” and ends with “iced tea.” Bernice … read more

Amos Dunwoody Harrelson had never spoken a word to me in the sixty-seven years I’ve known him. We grew up together in Laverne, Ohio. And trust me, honey, sixty-seven years of knowing Amos Harrelson is a very long time.  Sixty-seven years of spilling ice-cold milk down the back of my dress in the school cafeteria. … read more

Decision Time by Abby Rice He’s looking at me from the far side of the classroom. Nothing shy about the way he’s staring, either. I’m way in the back, but he’s seated all the way in front, closest desk to the door. When he transferred in mid-semester that was the only desk vacant, so he … read more

Miracle In The Rain by Abby Rice I hadn’t meant to come here again today. But somehow, as the summer days faded into fall, I’d found myself here more and more often. There was an anniversary of sorts coming up. So maybe that was it. Whatever. Here I was again this morning, even though it … read more