Jun 20, 2017 | A Day In My Life
If it wasn’t for weird I’d be bored out of my mind. —Christina McMullen, who is rarely bored “You look well,” I said and kept my tone clipped, my wayward hands strictly to myself. I was casually dressed in cutoff jeans and a T-shirt that had seen better days. He...
Jun 19, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Castle San Pietro is asleep. It wasn’t long ago that nights and mornings ran together, blurred lines on an Italian canvas, but since Damien’s death, the party has died. Now we sit around in the evening, quarreling about movie sets and brands of vodka until Daddy goes...
Jun 17, 2017 | A Day In My Life
So I hear the usual ping. Which may not sound strange to you but it is for me. I mean, I can pretty much account for all my usual peeps—every one of them gets their own ping tone. So it’s not one of them. And I know I should ignore it. But I can’t. I mean it’s...
Jun 16, 2017 | A Day In My Life
The problem is, there are no ordinary days in Bad Housekeeping. Each day is its own unique fiasco. My name is Agnes Blythe and sure, I may have neglected to do any exercise since I completed my high school P. E. requirement, but I’m in the prime of life. I’m...
Jun 15, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Hello, I’m Laurel Beacham, and with a job title of Art Recovery Expert and head of the London office of a venerable American art foundation, I’m not one for math and science theory. I leave that kind of hocus pocus for Nico, the gorgeous geek on my team. No, I’m more...
Jun 14, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Hello, my name is Samantha Cambridge. I’m a thirty-year-old artist who was never supposed to do anything other than rule the business world. My parents had sent me to the finest schools they could afford, but after graduating with a business degree, I ran out on my...
