Jan 3, 2019 | A Day In My Life
Oops! Pardon me while I wipe the goop off my hands. There that’s better. My name is Olive Peroni, former Manhattan-based psychologist now a Florida cold cream mini-mogul. Welcome to the kitchen in Nonna’s condo—which under the terms of my grandmother’s will is now my...
Jan 1, 2019 | A Day In My Life
Where do I start? Well, my grandfather was an FBI agent who’s been running for something for as long as I’ve known him. And my dad’s been running from him. My family has been completely blown apart, but I want to fix it. I’m going to try anyway. My name is Stella...
Dec 31, 2018 | A Day In My Life
Routine is good, especially at my age (not quite ready to collect social-security, but getting a little too close to that precipice for comfort.) My day begins with morning coffee while reading the paper the old-fashioned way (something about the tactile sensation of...
Dec 29, 2018 | A Day In My Life
I dip my head, narrowly avoiding the size 12 foot lashing out at my jaw. Spinning around, I manage to land my responding roundhouse kick directly into a densely muscled torso. Then I prepare for a beat-down as Jake pins me with an icy glare that promises retribution....
Dec 28, 2018 | A Day In My Life
I’ve only been in Japan for a few months, so I haven’t found my footing yet. You see, when my boyfriend, Charles, got relocated to the Tokyo branch of his investment bank, I quit my environmental law practice and followed along. It wasn’t a stupid idea, not really....
Dec 27, 2018 | A Day In My Life
“Osiyo, tohitsu?” That’s Cherokee for “hello, how are you?” My name is Sadie Walela and I am Cherokee. Walela means hummingbird which is quite appropriate since I seem to always be buzzing around, forward and backward, and even hovering in place – whatever it takes to...
