Beaware

The night of my wedding was supposed to be the beginning of a new

A warm spring evening wrapped the town in a soft golden glow. Chris stood

My husband and I were driving down the highway, relaxed, surrounded by the autumnal

It was a perfect day for a family outing. The sun was shining, laughter

When my husband passed away so early, his daughter was only five years old.

It was a quiet Sunday morning at Maggie’s Diner, that kind of small place

It was early morning. The air was heavy with the smell of dampness and

The day began like an ideal Sunday—unhurried, untroubled. The sky was clear, like a

The lights dim, the audience quiets, and what steps onto the stage is not

In the flicker of stage lights, two identical presences step into the frame—mirror reflections,

Under the lights of a massive stage, a young voice stirred something ancient and

In the hush before the first note, the stage is pregnant with possibility. Then—that

A swirl of darkness, then a heartbeat’s flash of light—and the stage breathes. On

A single flicker of a flame in the dark, and then the world tilts.

In an arena humming with expectation, the stage opens—and we are introduced to a