Aug 20, 2025 | A Day In My Life
The sun streaked through the slats in the old venetian blinds, casting a golden, almost hazy, film across the bed. Outside, a magpie carolled to welcome the day, its mate joining in the chorus. Life didn’t get much better than this. I imagined Grieg’s “Morning” was...
Aug 19, 2025 | A Day In My Life
As a reporter, I’ve had plenty of lunches interrupted for breaking news. But today is different. The text ordering my favorite photographer and me away from delicious fries and milkshakes seems silly—even by local TV news standards. Mayor stuck in elevator. Get to...
Aug 18, 2025 | A Day In My Life
“Dorothy Ybarra, where are you?” Angela Ybarra rounded the edge of the lean-to’s weathered support post, her pack of mutts in tow. The goats scattered, except for a leggy dark brown female who’d taken a liking to Dot and exuded copious amounts of stubborn. That doe...
Aug 15, 2025 | A Day In My Life
This is still a new sensation for me—Rose Webster, intrepid photojournalist. I’ve been in all kinds of tense and dangerous situations, but nothing compares to waking up in the bedroom where I grew up, my right arm numb because a little Maltese has curled up in the in...
Aug 14, 2025 | A Day In My Life
The cab driver dropped me off at the milonga on a sultry Buenos Aires evening. The lights in the club were dim except for a spotlight on the dance floor where women in fishnet stockings and red chiffon dresses slit high on their legs danced the tango with men in...
Aug 13, 2025 | A Day In My Life
It still surprises me that early morning is my favorite time of the day. It wasn’t always so. For over thirty years, I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed at six every weekday to teach secondary school English. Once I retired, I thought I’d be able to sleep in, but...
