Dec 28, 2015 | A Day In My Life
My day begins with the rising of the sun. I have a quick cup of tea, with a scone and porridge brought to my room by one of the kitchen maids, wash, dress, and hurry belowstairs to finish up any work on my ladies’ wardrobes not completed the day before. I should...
Dec 27, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Nothing makes a tomboy feel as deliciously girly as dating the ultimate alpha male. And with five older brothers carrying more machismo per square inch than The Wild Bunch, I’m pretty much an expert. I punched out at the Traffic Enforcement Bureau and started the...
Dec 26, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Lillian Summer Fairview, why do you keep coming to Gabriel’s Acres every week to visit that husband of yours? More than once I’d been tempted to stab a losing scratcher lottery ticket over that pointy finial rising nearly hip high from the top of Harlan’s headstone...
Dec 25, 2015 | A Day In My Life
I will be the first to admit, I’m no saint. I have a terrible temper. I am impatient beyond belief with stupid employees. Stupid customers, I can handle—you run a restaurant, you run into idiots who think it’s funny to joke that the salmon mousse doesn’t have antlers...
Dec 24, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Running the James & Co. Antique Emporium is a full-time job. Restocking inventory, giving appraisals, bookkeeping, and banking keep me more than busy. I have help, of course. But my right-hand gal, Lindy, drives me crazy with her pink hair (this week), vintage...
