Jun 30, 2017 | A Day In My Life
I’m not a gossip. Really, I’m not. I can’t help it if I get caught up in the goings-on in River Bend. When you live in a town this small, everyone seems to know everyone else’s business. That’s just the way it is. Besides, how could I have ignored my dear friend Clara...
Jun 29, 2017 | A Day In My Life
If it weren’t for my very persistent and equally charming husband, Carlos, I would have been safe and sound in my hometown of Ashland, Oregon whipping up batches of decadent cakes and cookies in preparation for the new season of the Shakespeare festival. Instead I was...
Jun 28, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Most days I grab my coffee with own hand and my toolbox with the other, call for my big brown dog, and head into San Francisco to work on some great old Victorian house. But lately, I’ve taken on a new challenge: restoring a historic lighthouse located on a tiny,...
Jun 27, 2017 | A Day In My Life
I will never, and I repeat never, move to a retirement community when I turn sixty-five. If I have to live in one of those God-awful tiny houses or a cramped apartment building with college frat boys, I’ll gladly do it rather than find myself in a place obsessed with...
Jun 26, 2017 | A Day In My Life
ONE The dead are not much given to hysteria. The morning Tammy Sue Lyerly piled her husband’s clothes into his Raven Black 1969 Mustang convertible and lit a match, my friend Colleen stayed oddly nonchalant. She’d been dead eighteen years and had seen a thing or two....
