Apr 11, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Nothing says, You’re going to die alone and be eaten by coyotes, like your GPS failing you on a gravel road in rural Virginia while the sun sinks slowly behind the Blue Ridge mountains. “C’mon, Dina,” I whispered under my breath. “Help me out here.” Dina was my GPS....
Apr 10, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Today’s work comes from one of my lovelorn. She’s looking for Mr. Right, but unfortunately, she’s shopping the local penitentiary. Her new pen pal has a tight-fisted scribble that leans backward, antisocially. The bowls of his o’s and a’s are narrow and closed off,...
Apr 8, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Have you ever had a moment in your life when you hear a little voice in your head that tells you to stop and then a hair splits on your neck? This very thing happened to me about six months ago when I was sitting at my cushy desk at my cubicle in the Kentucky State...
Apr 7, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Independence Day, 1888 During the parade to celebrate our country’s one-hundred-and-twelfth birthday that hot Seventh Month day, I found the militaristic marching distasteful. But I giggled and pointed along with the rest of the crowd at the various horribles (as they...
Apr 6, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Occupation: Landscaper and Snowplow Driver, Cape Willington, Maine If you live in Cape Willington, Maine, or in the general vicinity of Down East Maine, you probably know me already, or at least you’ve heard about me. My name is Mick Rilke, and I get around. Some...
Apr 5, 2017 | A Day In My Life
I first want to say a big “thank you” to Dru for inviting me here again to chat with everyone. I’m Talia Marby, owner of a deep-fried eatery in the Berkshires of western Massachusetts. I’m thrilled to be back here, except . . . well, I’m afraid there’s been another...
