Jul 24, 2026 | A Day In My Life
Bernadette Murphy. Remember the name. You’ll be hearing it again. Or maybe Bernie Murphy would be better, Bernadette is a mite formal. Or how about the gender-neutral B.R. Murphy? Maybe a pen name: I thought of Louise Penny, but I think that’s taken. Then again, it’s...
Jul 23, 2026 | Author Showcase
The wail of the siren only intensifies my anxiety. I’m holding him in my arms pressing a dish towel on his wound attempting to control the bleeding. “Shhhhh, we’re getting you help,” I whisper in his ear and kiss his head. The police car makes...
Jul 22, 2026 | A Day In My Life
At my age, sleep is something that frequently runs away long before I’m ready to actually get up. Sixty-eight years means a lot of past, and that stuff rises up in those dark hours sometimes—not to mention a laundry list of aches and pains, most of them parting gifts...
Jul 21, 2026 | A Day In My Life
The interview took place in the club house where the home owners association meetings were usually held. It was an airy room overlooking the pool and tennis courts, both of which were rarely-used but jealously guarded by the mainly baby boomer residents of Deerfield...
