Jun 22, 2015 | A Day In My Life
The familiar scent of rich espresso and fresh baked bread hit me as I opened the front door to our family bakeshop, Torte. I couldn’t help but smile. Even though I’d been back in Ashland, Oregon, my hometown, for a few months I still loved opening the front door every...
Jun 21, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Winston heard the phone ring close to midnight. He’d been getting ready for bed but picked it up. It could only be one person at that hour, Marcy. Ready to chew him out. “Hey, big sis,” he said. “I can’t believe you emailed me the news.” He’d done it on purpose, so he...
Jun 20, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Location: Santa Lucia, Spring 1958 Friday morning came and Daphne had nervous expectations for her afternoon appointment with Adonis. She had decided if he suggested it, she would definitely pose nude. After all, he’s an artiste – an appreciator of the human form and...
Jun 19, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Beard-growing hadn’t been Booker’s intention. He hated shaving, and after twenty-odd years of being scraped shiny and stinging, his face demanded a respite. But now his beard itches. A shrieking blue jay darts through a canopy of oak branches, eliciting an answering...
Jun 18, 2015 | A Day In My Life
It must have been 90 degrees in the shade, and humid enough that not ten minutes after we’d arrived at the Great Minnesota Get Together, I blew right past sweat-covered into full-fledged swamp ass. If I didn’t love my girlfriend Alex, I’d be chilling at home with the...
Jun 17, 2015 | A Day In My Life
(Beatrice Coleman’s best friend and sidekick and quilter extraordinaire) Doesn’t everyone love a wedding? Few things are more fun for a small town than a rollicking wedding. It sure makes for the perfect excuse for a party in a sleepy village. This wedding was going...
