Leslie Johnson grew up in the shadow of Chief Mountain near the Alberta / Montana border. She loves to read, spending countless hours inside a good book. Many nights, her mother would find her under her covers with a flashlight reading her latest library find, long after she was supposed to be asleep. She still lives in windy southern Alberta where she moderates a writing group. If she’s not writing, reading, or gardening, she’s working on a jigsaw puzzle, playing with her cat, Milo or taking a walk in one of the many parks in the area.
Leslie Johnson grew up in the shadow of Chief Mountain near the Alberta / Montana border. She loves to read, spending countless hours inside a good book. Many nights, her mother would find her under her covers with a flashlight reading her latest library find, long after she was supposed to be asleep. She still lives in windy southern Alberta where she moderates a writing group. If she’s not writing, reading, or gardening, she’s working on a...
After the devastating loss of her daughter in a car accident, grief consumes Joan Bradshaw. Her home becomes a hollow shell of what it once was as family and friends drift away, leaving her alone in the darkness. Just as she begins to claw her way toward recovery, tragedy strikes again—her middle son, Caleb, commits two murders before taking his...
Devastated upon learning of her daughter’s murder, Barbara O’Shea rushes to her ex-husband’s home to share her grief and plan the funeral. Besides the grief of losing her daughter so young, she also grapples with the sorrow of never being able to reconnect with her. Barbara had abandoned her family when Andrea was only three years old. There had...
Audrey Taylor refuses to believe her daughter is dead when the police arrive with the news. Her God, the one she had served faithfully since childhood, would not let that happen. When she realizes it’s true, her faith shatters, and she seeks to understand why He didn’t save her daughter from a murderer. Surely, someone in the family has sinned...
Angela pushed back his shaggy hair, falling over his not-quite-handsome face. His blue eyes sparkled like moonlight on the ocean. Everything about him was so perfect. She wanted to hold him tight and never let him go.
“I want to know everything about you.” He whispered as he leaned down to capture her bottom lip. She pushed him back.
“What did you say?”
“I, umm … want to know everything about you?” His voice cracked. Light appeared through the pores of his skin. In an instant, he was gone—...
The phone rang a few times before he answered. Her heart nearly burst through her chest at his greeting. She loved the sound of his voice, smooth like whiskey. Welcoming. “Don’t hang up.” She said immediately. She worried that once he learned who was on the phone, he would.
But as usual, he greeted her kindly and asked after her day. She knew in her heart that she should move on. He had broken off their relationship months ago, but she couldn’t seem to find a way to erase him from her heart....
It began with love letters. Words of introduction and appreciation. An opening of his heart to mine and mine to his.
I carried a few of his letters in my purse and when I felt lonely for his presence, I pulled them out and read them. When I was done, I’d close my eyes and inhale deeply, remembering our times together and reliving those experiences he wrote about. It brought him back; it brought his love back. It brought our promises together into a mosaic that became tomorrow.
He loved my...