Aug 29, 2017 | A Day In My Life
I whisked chocolate whipped cream with a practice flick of my wrist. I could make the chocolate butter cream for the inside of Jean Pierre’s decadent truffles half asleep. The truth was I had done just that on more than one occasion. Easily, I work over ninety hours a...
Aug 28, 2017 | A Day In My Life
That Saturday began like many of them did: breakfast with Danny at Annabelle’s, a trip down to the dock to check on a shipment of new lobster traps, a couple of afternoon hours spent in the Halloran Lobster Co. office catching up on paperwork. Boring but predictable....
Aug 27, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Running a bed and breakfast like Wits’ End is a dream job, even if I do have to wake up at an ungodly hour to cook for my guests. Because. . . breakfast! It’s the most important meal of the day and in my opinion the best. I won’t say a successful B&B is all about...
Aug 26, 2017 | A Day In My Life
So, my buddy Hugo Marston was here last year talking about a day in his life, and if I know him it was the usual mix of self-deprecating charm dosed with plenty of boy-scout adventures. That’s right, I haven’t read it because I get to see him every day doing his...
Aug 25, 2017 | A Day In My Life
You asked me to chronicle a typical day in my life, and as my therapist, you’re allowed. However, I don’t have a typical day anymore. All I have is what I can etch out of the long days, trying not to feel paranoid even though I am paranoid. He’s out there somewhere....
Aug 24, 2017 | A Day In My Life
When I set fire to my life in New York and left the noise, grime and a cheating ex-husband behind to start anew on Pineapple Cay, I certainly did not expect the bad old days to follow me down here in the form of my once-upon-a-time boss Professor Philip Putzel. Philip...
