Jun 24, 2025 | A Day In My Life
Hi, I’m Meg Gates, not that Gates, and I live on Bainbridge Island in Washington over my aunt’s garage. I was born here (on the island, not the garage), but escaped to go to college in Seattle. Then I left college to work at a startup where I met my fiancé, Romain....
Jun 23, 2025 | A Day In My Life
I roll out of bed and snap on Lola’s leash. She doesn’t need one; she’s happy to stick as close by me as possible. Sometimes Lo cries in her sleep and can’t settle until I wake her up with pets and assure her that she’s with me for keeps,...
Jun 19, 2025 | A Day In My Life
“Babe, this might be the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” my husband said after he swallowed the last shovel-sized bite of some sort of casserole at the customary meet-the-new-pastor church potluck. “You have to get the recipe.” I nodded as he turned to the first deacon’s...
Jun 18, 2025 | A Day In My Life
Occupation: Con Artist, Forger, and Burglar, Retired (mostly) I never meant to get a dog. Dogs require structure. And stability. And I, Agatha Shadewell, have never been good with those. But then I found Chance—hungry, thirsty, and eager for a home—just as I was...
Jun 13, 2025 | A Day In My Life
The white paper looks nice against the white linen tablecloth. Like it belong here, in this restaurant, in this hotel, in this city. The woman at the next table is laughing at something her companion said, it’s the laugh of someone who just heard about the failings of...
Jun 12, 2025 | A Day In My Life
“Quick,” whispered my friend Carla. “Climb in.” How had obituary-writing become such a dangerous occupation, I wondered as I hissed back, “I am not climbing into a casket, even if it is big enough to hold a giant.” Carla, one of my best friends and the assistant...
