Feb 10, 2022 | A Day In My Life
Oh, hi! Come on in. I’m Samantha Warren, but my friends call me Sam. Pardon the mess in here. My best friend, Marisa, loves to joke that my kitchen looks like a high school chemistry lab. Those jars? I’m making homemade bitters. That one’s my famous cherry vanilla...
Feb 9, 2022 | A Day In My Life
Hi, everybody! My name is Winnie Hackleshack. It’s really Winona, but the only time I’m called that is when I’m getting yelled at. Which seems to be a lot, even at forty-five. For most of my life, things were typical. Normal, I guess. I grew up in an average home in...
Feb 8, 2022 | A Day In My Life
The only thing worse than sweeping snow out of the satellite dish on the roof is scraping slush out of it. It’s the ugly little secret of running a small local radio station. Even though I do my best to keep the meters moving with the voices of people who actually...
Feb 4, 2022 | A Day In My Life
November—, 1883Amelia Island, Florida Dear Diary, I’ve really done it this time. Back in New York this summer, after I found that box of letters hidden in the scullery and learned about my Aunt Flora (who, by the way, while certainly passionate about her beliefs,...
Feb 3, 2022 | A Day In My Life
Hi, my name is Lexi Winslow. My dad was a diplomat and as a child, I grew up living all over the world. I learned to speak a ton of different languages, but so many moves left me a bit of a loner. He passed a few years ago and I’m currently in my mid thirties. If you...
Feb 1, 2022 | A Day In My Life
Rolando had been a bartender for thirteen years, but this gig at Bearly There Ski Resort in Big Bear, California, was a new one for him. He liked it in in the mountains. It was quiet. Sane guests, which was more than he could say for his last job in the Caribbean. He...
