Jan 19, 2018 | A Day In My Life
My day begins with a philosophical question: does morning arrive too early or is night too short? I’ve yet to come up with an answer but today the rumination is good for another sixty seconds in bed. At the crack of eight thirty-one, I get up for work. A...
Jan 18, 2018 | A Day In My Life
Not so long ago, I was an NYPD detective on a case, undercover, in Chicago. The plan was, I’d show up, gather the evidence, and go home. But then I saw her. Had to meet her. Made sure I did. Everything changed. She seemed solid. Fun. Easy going. Sweet but not too...
Jan 16, 2018 | A Day In My Life
Most people in this world have something they’re good at—a talent or activity, so to speak. Maybe it’s cooking or crocheting, both of which my Grandma Rosa has mastered. Or perhaps it’s a sport, such as baseball or running, that my husband excels at. Me? I don’t have...
Jan 15, 2018 | A Day In My Life
Returning to my hometown of Ashland, Oregon was the best decision I ever made. Ashland’s charming streets and warm community welcomed me in as if no time had passed. There was nothing like breathing in fresh mountain air or the sight of black-tail deer noshing on the...
Jan 13, 2018 | A Day In My Life
The gin clear waters off Key Largo were the last place I expected to find the dark side of paradise, but there it was, bobbing on the gentle waves. I pointed it out to Leroy, the captain of the LunaSea. He did a double take. “Looks like we got us a square grouper.” I...
Jan 12, 2018 | A Day In My Life
THE MORNING the deceased came into my life I woke up with a start, the way I had when I was a kid. Lifting my head from the pillow, I squinted at pale June daylight leaking through the gap in the bedroom drapes. No doubt about it; I felt different. Eager. Ambitious....
