Dec 4, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Ally Sweet in “Christmas Chocolates and Crimes” by Cindy Bell Arnold, my grandmother’s pot-bellied pig, does a snort and tail wag with happiness as I feed him. Peaches, my cat, pounces on her bowl for her share. After they have gobbled down their food I...
Dec 2, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Charlie was ten minutes into her gym workout when the phone chimed in her earbud. The treadmill’s digital display illuminated 6 a.m. so it was probably her mother. But it could also be a client. Charlie loosened the phone from her waist clip to look at the caller ID....
Dec 1, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Suburbia is murder, my friends. I know this, and in the most intimate and shocking way possible. And yet, I simply cannot leave well enough alone. Or maybe it’s the murders that won’t leave me alone. I’m just a shopkeeper, for pete’s sake. Maybe it’s the red hair. My...
Nov 30, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Cat Latimer here. I’m getting ready for the upcoming writers retreat and thinking I might just have to go to the Aspen Hills Grocery to get muffins for the breakfast buffet. The kitchen is dark and nothing is baking. Guests should be arriving sometime Sunday afternoon...
Nov 29, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Routine. Uneventful, but exceptionally fulfilling. That’s how I describe my life. Or at least that’s how I used to describe it. Every morning, with the exception of Sundays, my alarm clock wakes me before the sunrise. I climb out of bed in my cozy little quarters in...
Nov 28, 2017 | A Day In My Life
I was dressed in my hiking outfit for the day, army green shorts with lots of pockets, an off-shoulder white embroidered peasant blouse and pink high-top Chuck Taylors. I have to keep up appearances after all. I put a leash on Bardot and we went out the door and...
