Sep 12, 2022 | A Day In My Life
Occupation: Detective Sergeant I shouldn’t have done it. I never expected . . . I don’t think I’ve compromised the investigation, or the crime scene, but I may have compromised myself. The farmhouse is cold and dark when I get home. I live in the countryside near...
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....
