by Coley Gallagher | Jul 15, 2013
I write for attention. I so wanted a purer, nobler, more literary reason–an inextinguishable artistic fire, that I would combust were it not for my beloved words, the melodic sentence, my lifeblood. Not me. While I work my tail off to get the language right, my...
by Coley Gallagher | Jan 17, 2013
Kate never planned to steal a baby, yet here she was, driving around with a cheerful, bald-headed baby she’d only just met, kicking his stout legs on the passenger seat. He really should be riding in the back. Better still, secured in a car seat. Kate was terrified...
