Oct 30, 2023 | A Day In My Life
Good morning and welcome to my little world! Just give me a second to finish this second cup of coffee—would you like one? No? You stopped at Starbucks on the way here, I see. Smart. I’m never much good in the mornings before I finish my second cup. Sorry if I’m a...
Oct 29, 2023 | A Day In My Life
“The house is called High Cotton.” I said to the cabbie while I helped him unload suitcases from the trunk. “My two aunts now own this Savannah beauty. It was built in eighteen-hundred something, but got its name during Prohibition. There’s still a hatch door leading...
Oct 27, 2023 | A Day In My Life
The first thing I do every day is decide who I am. Am I a fake Tanzanian Fed-Ex driver after rhino horn smugglers (purple shorts and John Denver wig)? Am I an undercover cruise ship gigolo trying to save Australia’s last Tasmanian tiger (turquoise leisure suit and...
Oct 25, 2023 | A Day In My Life
My parents named me Benjamin at birth, but now the only person who calls me that is my prickly Uncle Phil. Everyone else calls me Mess, a nickname coined by my older sister when we were kids. I glance around the motel room where I live. Clothes—mostly clean—are strewn...
Oct 24, 2023 | A Day In My Life
I’m Cecelia Barton, known to most as Cece. I’ve lived in Colinas for, wow, nearly eight months now. It’s a lovely little historic town in the scenic wine-producing Alexander Valley about ninety minutes north of San Francisco. Most days I walk or bike over to Vino y...
Oct 23, 2023 | A Day In My Life
December 1925, Salem, Massachusetts: Jeepers, creepers, it looks like trouble’s ambushed me again. And at Christmastime, no less. I’m Lizzie Crane, a New York jazz singer with a band known as The Troubadours. My three musician pals and I have just arrived in Salem,...
