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by Maxine Davis I saw them coming up the steps, and I practically ran out on the porch to greet them. “Hello! Did everybody ride together?” Lucky them: they had ridden together and had, therefore, already started the “party.” “Great!” And the hugs began. The four of us started talking at the same time….
by Maxine Davis I can’t help it. I’m standing at the mailbox ripping the package open. It’s here. I hold it gently in my hands. I can’t believe it. It is shades of blue and is beautiful. And my name, Maxine Davis, is on the cover. This is the book that contains my first published…
by Maxine Davis We are just coming out of the holiday season, and I bet you have seen at least one picture of a burned house on television or in the paper. These things happen. A while back, I was having lunch with a group of friends. We began talking about keepsakes and sentimental Christmas…
Sweet Revenge by Maxine Davis Success is sweet revenge. I don’t care what anybody says. They’re not going to get to me again. Not this weekend, not ever. They’ll see! R.J. Haliday smiled smugly as she brushed a piece of lint from her Channel suit while turning the steering wheel to maneuver around a curve…
by Maxine Davis Thanksgiving is this week. It’s that traditional time of giving thanks for all our blessings. Among other things, I’m thankful for my friends. This morning I called one of them and asked if she wanted to go to the book store, have a coffee, chat and look around. She screamed into the…
