Sep 11, 2022 | A Day In My Life
June 1, 1934Alfred StieglitzThe American Place Gallery508 Madison AvenueNew York, New York My Faraway One I must admit that I was upset when you so vigorously objected to my thoughts of possibly buying a home out here. When you said ‘Dammit woman –it’s because of me...
Sep 8, 2022 | A Day In My Life
I must be the most confused person on the planet. Only I’m not a person, am I? I’m a ghost. A pale shadow of who I used to be when I was alive. I’ve no idea how I ended up wrapped in a blanket in the basement of the dilapidated building next to the...
Sep 7, 2022 | A Day In My Life
If you were expecting a guest post from one of the two-legged characters who populate Lois Winston’s Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mysteries, you’ll need to search this site for some of her previous A Day in the Life guest posts. Today, you get yours truly, the taloned...
Sep 6, 2022 | A Day In My Life
I wake up at the crack of dawn to a big orange lump of fur snoozing lazily with his face pressed right against mine on the pillow. I’ve never been what you might call a morning person, and the presence of a fluffy space-heater almost convinces me to stay in bed. But...
Sep 5, 2022 | A Day In My Life
Some days it’s easier to get out of bed than others. That’s a fact, and that’s where my days begin: that first tentative peek from under my duvet cave, assessing the morning’s climate. My name is Lily Parks and I’m the general go-fer around here. It’s not a bad gig....
Sep 2, 2022 | A Day In My Life
When you get as old as I am, there isn’t much to do other than worry about your family. You try to help them make the right choices, and when they don’t, you have to make those decisions for them. At least that’s what I believe. I don’t have much family left, just my...
