Apr 17, 2026 | A Day In My Life
I’m a homicide detective who sends a prayer up every time I approach a body in my small, crime-ridden hometown of Byrd’s Landing, Louisiana. “Please don’t let it be anybody I know,” I ask the universe. My prayers are seldom granted. I usually keep it together by...
Apr 16, 2026 | A Day In My Life
My life was supposed to be different. Glittering diamonds. Dangerous gentlemen. Throw in a Dassault Falcon private jet and a French villa, spritz it all with Dior perfume, and then I’d have the life I’d always wanted. The life I’ve got: I’m a divorced and...
Apr 15, 2026 | A Day In My Life
When I woke up this morning, I felt like I hadn’t slept at all. I rolled over, eyes still shut, determined to fall back to sleep. The sound of my dear husband’s car heading down our driveway changed my plans. If Jim had already left for parts unknown, I temporarily...
Apr 14, 2026 | A Day In My Life
Sunday, and I’m late for my lunch with Vivian Davis. I haven’t seen her since that evening ten months ago in front of Pepper’s Swing Club. I was going in, she was coming out, I held the door for her. Beyond wishing her a good night, we didn’t talk. There was no need,...
Apr 10, 2026 | A Day In My Life
Southern Shores is an active adult community in North Charleston—tidy mobile homes, mature azaleas, golf carts that outnumber cars, and the kind of neighbors who wave at everyone who passes. Resident Roger Riddle was a former long-haul trucker who wore an...
Apr 9, 2026 | A Day In My Life
My name is Julia Grace Lynn, and I spend my days living in a dead woman’s house. That probably sounds grim. It isn’t. Or at least, most days it isn’t. I’m a doctoral candidate in history, currently in Galveston, Texas on a Historic Preservation...
