Jan 20, 2016 | A Day In My Life
It’s amazing how much of a difference twenty-four hours can make. Yesterday life couldn’t have been more perfect. But today my world resembles a brown slush pile like the one the snowplow just pushed past my bakery. My name is Sally Muccio. The last name is pronounced...
Jan 19, 2016 | A Day In My Life
After months of living in Jarrett Creek, I still wake up startled, fearful that Seth will be coming out of the bathroom frowning, looking for something to criticize. I think Frasier has the same problem, because sometimes he stares toward the door of the bedroom, ears...
Jan 17, 2016 | A Day In My Life
Hi. I’m Mae December. I’m 31 with blonde curly hair, dark eyes and according to Ben Bradley, my fiancé, a nice, round butt. He’s been forbidden to say that to anyone but me. If you have a dog you probably know that I run ‘Mae’s Place,’ a dog boarding facility in...
Jan 16, 2016 | A Day In My Life
Hi, I’m Beatrice Young. I’m 62 years young (hence the last name) and I live in Ashbrook, New Hampshire where I run the Cozy Cat Café and solve mysteries. Some people call me a crazy cat lady. I don’t know if that’s supposed to be an insult or what. My three...
Jan 15, 2016 | A Day In My Life
Dying is as perilous as secrets and lies. Depending, of course, on who is keeping the secrets and who is telling the lies. Trust me, I’m in the secrets and lies business—I’m a homicide cop. Well, I was. Secrets and lies can lead to big problems—like murder—although...
Jan 14, 2016 | A Day In My Life
The view from our restaurant was nothing short of spectacular. At night, Victoria twinkled as if it were a fairyland with colorful illuminations reflecting in the harbor against a black sky. White lights boldly outlined the Parliament Buildings. On either side of its...
