Jane Eyre by Joanna Campbell Slan

“Tell me, Jane,” urged my husband, Edward Rochester, as we sat in front of the blazing fire. “How did you celebrate the holidays of your youth?” A chill swept through me. The winter was upon us, and thus far the freezing winds had proved singularly brutal. Ferndean...

Cara Mia Delgatto by Joanna Campbell Slan

Crying, I can handle. Emotional customers are not a rarity in The Treasure Chest, my store. They wander the section devoted to pet memorial items and sob over their dearly departed fur babies. That I can cope with. I hand customers a box of tissues and commiserate. I,...

Kiki Lowenstein and the Sour Note by Joanna Campbell Slan

After six weeks of teaching various Zentangle patterns, or “tangles” as they’re called, I’d gotten a pretty good idea which of my students exceled and which ones were struggling. My name is Kiki Lowenstein; I own a scrapbook and crafts store. My job is to encourage...