“You wanna talk about what had you screaming in the middle of the night?” Sophie shoves a forkful of French toast into her mouth and...

“What’s the name of the ship, Em?” Sophie asks me for the billionth time, her dark eyes darting from one end of the marina to the other...

If you’ve been following my blog, you’ve probably seen me mention my struggle getting back into writing again, whether it’s with just...