Jun 24, 2015 | A Day In My Life
You’re welcome to come by my apartment in the business district if you like. Come into the lobby and I’ll buzz you up. Have you ever been to New Orleans by chance? It’s a great city. . .the alluring, mysterious, macabre sister of Baton Rouge. I love...
Jun 23, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Hey there, it’s me, Jill Gardner, owner of South Cove’s one and only coffee bar. Well, coffee bar-bookstore combo. I’ve just been over to the high school where the drama coach lent me a bright red twenties flapper dress and a mobster suit including a fake Tommy gun...
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...
