Feb 11, 2017 | A Day In My Life
A cold rain rattled the window over the kitchen sink and thunder rumbled across the Missouri sky. Death (rhymes with teeth) Bogart leaned close to the glass and peered out into the early gloom. If he looked across the back yard and between the two houses on the next...
Feb 10, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Whoever came up with the adage “the customer is always right” clearly never worked at a a place like Solari’s. With its prime location out at the end of the historic Santa Cruz Wharf, my family’s restaurant attracts tourists from around the globe—and not all of them...
Feb 8, 2017 | A Day In My Life
It’s Monday and my legs are so sore I can hardly walk. Yesterday’s ten-mile hike over rugged terrain probably wasn’t a good idea. Of course, my fifteen-year-old son Cole, and twelve-year-old daughter Emma, managed it like it was something they did every day. I did...
Feb 7, 2017 | A Day In My Life
This is it. Every mile closer I get to Rock Point is another mile closer to my dream. Today I move in with Avery, my best friend, in the old house she inherited from her parents. In just a few hours, I’ll be catching up with her about the daily goings-on at her café,...
Feb 6, 2017 | A Day In My Life
You’ve seen the movies where the hero (or heroine!) is hanging on to the side of a cliff by a fingernail, their demise looming below them like a veritable certainty. Yeah, well, that’s been my life the past six months. Only instead of staring down at a canyon, I’ve...
Feb 4, 2017 | A Day In My Life
After a three hour, bone-rattling flight in sub-zero temperatures, an assessment is in order. But all I can say is that I can’t feel my feet or my hands and I’m not even sure I have a nose left, because that’s how cold it is. From the “comfort” of the LC-130 military...
