"...The first thing Monday morning, with Folgers in my cup, I wrote that apology...""...Old Bill of the Hills was back and damned if he didn't die in his cave at the foot of the mountain...""...If my surgeon’s hands accidentally slipped halfway through the procedure, I'd end up meeting St. Peter instead of the usher in Section 327...""...I never dreamed a home could look or feel like this...""...If she was going to work well into the night, she may as well have something pretty to look at...""...I was nine years old and watched my father die; thus, I became one of God’s anointed..."This is the Write Stuff Authors' Group of Stark County, Ohio.