Sep 19, 2025 | A Day In My Life
Oh, hi! Come in and have a seat. No, not there. Hand me those magazines. Thanks. Now you can sit. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen you, huh? My private law practice is going along great, thanks. Tanelsa Parson, my friend from the public defender’s office, joined...
Sep 18, 2025 | A Day In My Life
I should have gone to Connecticut in the spring. Carlton Marsh, my old college professor, needed help with research for his new book, an exposé on the Salvadoran Civil War that he covered as a frontline reporter in the 1980s. Carlton’s adventurous roaming days were...
Sep 17, 2025 | A Day In My Life
Each morning, I wake up to two questions. Where am I? Who am I? This isn’t philosophy; my life depends on those answers. I do not open my eyes until I know whether I’m FBI Special Agent Ashley Prescott or Corporal Niki Foster—proud member of the Patriots For Freedom,...
Sep 16, 2025 | A Day In My Life
As the dowager Lady Darling, I now have very few responsibilities, and after my fifty years of life, I quite prefer it that way. I’ve raised and married off—extremely well, in fact—four children, one of which is the Marquess of Darling. As he has taken over the reins...
Sep 15, 2025 | A Day In My Life
Hi everyone. I’m Lurleen. Many of you already know me as a friend of Ditie Brown’s. That’s Ditie with a long i from Aphrodite, her middle name. People claim I’m the pretty one, but it’s my best friend, Ditie, who is really beautiful inside and out. We each have our...
Sep 12, 2025 | A Day In My Life
I used to think running this old antique shop with my grandfather would mean polishing pyramid paperweights, selling the occasional dusty papyrus scroll, and maybe—maybe—dealing with a customer who wanted to haggle over the price of a reproduction scarab. Then again,...