Leah Siderova by Lori Robbins

My name is Leah Siderova, and I’m a principal dancer with American Ballet Company. Life as a ballerina isn’t nearly as glamorous behind the scenes as it looks from the audience’s point of view. Every morning, Madame Maksimova puts the dancers at American Ballet...

Mimi Smith by Ellen Byerrum

June 1943 Coffee. What wouldn’t I give for a simple cup of hot coffee? A big cup of genuine java. That thought crosses my mind every day when I open my jar of Postum, measure out a tablespoon and add boiling water. It’s hot and liquid, but it’s not coffee, and even...

Henny James by Judy Alter

Hi, I’m Henrietta James, only everybody calls me Henny. I hate Henrietta. My mother gave my sisters decent names—Beth and Jenna—but I guess because I was first, she was bewildered I really can’t talk but a minute. Irene Foxglove, my favorite diva chef, is back from...

Merceditas by Teresa Dovalpage

Buenas tardes. I’m Mercy Spivey, but that’s just my most recent name. In Cuba, my birth place, I was Mercedes Montero Rojas. Everybody called me Merceditas, which I prefer. The ending “ita” gives it an affectionate feel, even if all you’re doing is asking me for a...

Kristy Farrell by Lois Schmitt

Why would anyone steal a chicken hawk, red fox, and a muskrat? I wondered while sipping my second cup of coffee. I’m not a morning person, but with two dogs, sleeping late is not an option. My canine friends now sat on either side of me, hoping I would share part of...

Hazel Rose by Maggie King

Today I found a dead body. Startled? Yeah, me too. But before I explain, let me introduce myself. My name is Hazel Rose. I live in Richmond, Virginia with Vince Castelli, hubby #5, and our cats, Morris and Olive. Vince, a retired homicide detective with the Richmond...