Aug 26, 2022 | A Day In My Life
I get paid to listen to lies. It’s the downfall of my profession. Therapists can only help clients who reveal their deep, dirty secrets. Their failures. Their insecurities. Their misdeeds. But the desire to project one’s best self supersedes any aspiration to become...
Aug 25, 2022 | A Day In My Life
Dear Readers— I need your advice! Put yourself in my place. We thought we had earned a peaceful existence after lovingly restoring an old stone farmhouse in rural Pennsylvania. How could mortal danger find us, sandwiched between an Amish dairy farm and rental crop...
Aug 24, 2022 | A Day In My Life
If someone had told me, Annie Abbott, that I’d be living in a sleepy little town off the coast of Oregon in my dream house that isn’t actually my house, I wouldn’t have believed it. I also wouldn’t have thought I’d love it so much in Rainbow Falls. My parents asked me...
Aug 23, 2022 | A Day In My Life
Food is my life. It’s yours, too, whether you admit it or not. We’ve all got to gobble down three squares a day, plus snacks, so why settle for noshing on a rock-hard plum or cheese whose flavor is indistinguishable from the plastic film it’s wrapped in? Why not make...
Aug 19, 2022 | A Day In My Life
Hi, I’m Ben Dougherty, pronounced “Dock-ur-tee.” I’m a detective with the Penns River, Pennsylvania police department. Detective Sergeant, actually, though the rank was kind of forced on me and I can live without it. Oh, and don’t call me “Ben” or “Bennie” or “Benjy”...
Aug 16, 2022 | A Day In My Life
I, Belladonna, An Elite Courtesan Of Venice Venice, March 19, 1612 Each day, as soon as the dawn reaches out its red orange tendrils across the lagoon and the first shimmers of sunlight reach my windows, I think of Isaak. He is out there, beyond the lagoon, perhaps...
