Who does that? I mean, seriously, who? Maybe I should explain… Jared was a prince. A real, bonafide prince. The ‘son of a real king and quee...

I have to say I totally understand her position. I mean…she did the work, shouldn’t she get the paycheck? Ahem… Miss Betsy, heretofore known...

First of all, I present here an abbreviated version of the poem. Because…hey, I’m not getting paid by the word! And because…good gravy t...

Former Maid Hits the Jackpot! Diane Stringam Tolley, Fiction Reporter Beaumont —   It’s true. Occasionally, everything just works out! Daugh...

It started with a bridge. Okay, maybe not with a bridge, but with the troll that lived under it. Or maybe with the three goats that simply w...