I may have missed a few, but the first white marker I noticed before reaching Bartow must have been about 15 inches by 25 inches. It was attached to a black steel rod that was hammered into the ground on the side of the road, not higher than a foot off the mown grass. The sign…

When Mr. and Mrs. Perry bought their plot in Lakeland, Florida, they had no neighbors. The town's southern suburbs were largely unoccupied. The Southgate Shopping Center, with the atomic-era parabolic arch showcasing its name,…

It's all about the light. The decision was inevitable: of course, we had to buy the house.

Raconteurs like me revel in the darkest corners of dimly lit, wood-paneled rooms, lounging in chocolate-colored Chesterfield fauteuils under a …

Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to settle a score with Georges. Despite the man's relentless ramblings, his annoying display of flamboyant über-French savoir-vivre, and the torrent of condescending remarks he would throw around…

She was already swimming when he woke up.

Their dog had claimed her spot in bed. Sprawled over the crumpled sheets and comfortably asleep, its paw touched his calf ever so lightly.