All right, where are my Stephen King fans? Are you obsessed with his books? Love his movies? If so, this post is for you! So, this week the brand new trailer for Stephen King’s “It” came out. (You can watch it here, if you’re brave enough!) I have a confession—I probably wouldn’t have even known this movie was coming out if it weren’t for my teenaged girls. See, we happen to be pretty big “Stranger Things” fans. (Like we have a countdown for season 2 in flashing neon lights d

The baby was crying again. Sarah rolled over with a groan. Her husband, Tom, was gone from bed. Probably getting a midnight snack. With a yawn, she got up and padded down the hall. She peeked into the nursery. A figure stood over the crib and the baby cooed happily. Tom had gotten him. Good. Sarah climbed back into her bed. Tom exited their adjoining bathroom with a stretch. “You were in the bathroom?” she said, her brow pulled tight. “Yeah.” He shrugged. “Then who’s in–” A c

“That’s the last of them.” Dylan wiped sweat from his brow as he fell into a chair. The new Music Room overflowed with boxes, just like the rest of the historic building that would hold the fifty-two students from the extraordinarily small Dunbath Private School. His sixth-grade class had volunteered to help with the move. “I heard this place was a plantation back during the Civil War,” Maggie said, popping open one of the boxes to peer inside. Dylan nodded. “Yeah. Some rich

“More tea, Angelica?” Darla’s missing two front teeth made her smile appear bigger than normal. “And how about you, Mr. Snuffles? More biscuits?” The girl leaned forward to serve, but knocked the pitcher of juice into Mr. Snuffles bowl. “Oh dear! Sorry about that!” She scurried over. The door opened. “Darla?” Her mom glanced at the empty chairs around the table. “Tea with your imaginary friends?” “Yes, mother.” “Be good.” Then she left. “Angelica, would you shut the door plea