Kay Correll

“named her restaurant Magic Cafe. But that had been when she was young and still foolishly believed in all that nonsense. A lone blue heron flew past her. She watched as it flapped its wings in a rhythmic motion, continuing down the beach until she lost it in the distance. The breeze tossed her gray-sprinkled hair this way and that. The gray she never considered coloring back to its original chestnut brown, there was no time for such frivolities. She glanced at her watch. It was time to head back to the cafe. It might not open until eleven, but she had a ton of work to do each morning before she unlocked the doors. Plus, this was her monthly get-together with her friends Susan and Julie, a date that was never broken. Her friends would come by for”
― Kay Correll, Wish Upon a Shell

“There’s such a fine line between sleepy small town and dying small town. I’m glad we’re not on the dying side, but things sure are changing. I hope Comfort Crossing keeps its small-town feel.”
― Kay Correll, The Shop on Main