Abby Rice

Terry so loved this spot, I thought, dragging my toe in the wet sand. The seagulls playing get-away with the foamy front line of the waves. The hush-hush of the ocean as it swept in, then pulled away like a suddenly shy suitor. For Terry, there was no place quite as magical as right here on this … read more

If it wasn’t for Murphy, I wouldn’t have been shivering on Mr. Wonderful’s front doorstep. Well, I might still have been shivering. But I’d have been doing it inside my apartment. I wouldn’t be here. And I certainly would be hoping quite so hard that Mr. Wonderful would answer his door. Murphy let out a small, pitiful chirp. … read more

I began having doubts about marrying Charlie five short days before Christmas. Five equally short days before our long-planned Christmas Eve wedding. It was a little late for second thoughts. We were seated in the pastor’s office, backs pressed firmly against hard wooden chairs, ankles neatly crossed below our knees, hands clasped politely, discussing the … read more

Mrs. Kelsey tipped her tight white curls toward the stranger in front of us. The elevator was crowded, so my nose was about three inches from his back. A very nice back, I couldn’t help but notice; broad shoulders in a bespoke pinstripe suit. “Your future husband,” Mrs. Kelsey stage-whispered in my ear. A flush rose … read more

It’s a slippery slope between a humorous bit of Halloween trickery and serious trouble. That’s what I was thinking in the backseat of the patrol car. I hadn’t intended to topple anyone’s festive Great Pumpkin pyramid. It never crossed my mind ahead of time that strands of toilet paper added to a certain decorative pumpkin lawn ornament … read more