Sep 11, 2017 | A Day In My Life
I just poured beer all over my hoodie, tore a hole in my T-shirt, and scuffed my running shoes beyond repair. Yet, as I look in the mirror I see a man who is still too clean-cut. Maybe a little mud will help? I don’t have time to grow a three-day beard. My best...
Sep 10, 2017 | A Day In My Life
It was Monday, July 1st, the day that Spike (newly dead) took over my life. I had staggered out of bed around eleven (a.m.) after a particularly rough night (although it’s getting harder to rank them at this point), so it wasn’t until my second cup of...
Sep 9, 2017 | A Day In My Life
If only I’d known what I was getting into when I bought that painting from the junk dealer in Edinburgh, I would have left it lying there on the floor where I found it. After all, it wasn’t even in good shape. I recognized it as a painting by an old Scottish master,...
Sep 8, 2017 | A Day In My Life
A day in the life? This should be entitled what a difference a few years make. A few short years ago I had a great career on the police force, was happily married to a handsome assistant district attorney, living in Boston, firmly on the side of truth and justice....
Sep 7, 2017 | A Day In My Life
I start the morning with lemon in hot water, a probiotic yoghurt and some almonds. There’s no use a beauty therapist having dog-rough skin from bacon butties and too much coffee. Then it used to be the gym, but gym membership was one of the first things to go. After...
Sep 6, 2017 | A Day In My Life
I emerged from the cool, dim interior of the distillery and cast an eye toward the sky. A storm was brewing. Seems I could’ve chosen a better day to abandon my role as silent partner at Abbey Glen to lend a hand with the spring-cleaning. I was filthy and overdue for a...
