Mar 19, 2015 | A Day In My Life
“It’s snowing again,” Ivan observed Monday morning at breakfast. I glared, first at my husband, and then at the window. I was perfectly capable of seeing that it was snowing—again. It’s not an altogether unexpected occurrence in Montréal, which gets more snow every...
Mar 18, 2015 | A Day In My Life
I am Nico. Laurel Beacham calls me silly names like her “gorgeous geek” and “secret weapon”—she does not think I know these things, but I do. It is okay. I know there is respect in her teasing. It is true I have pulled her attractive body out of many tight situations....
Mar 17, 2015 | A Day In My Life
I stood beneath a tall oak tree on the Ballantyne Foundation’s back lawn. Two long tables stretched before me. White table cloths, china place settings, crystal glasses and dainty tea cups. Sixty chairs draped in fabric, tied with sashes. Glorious pink peonies and...
Mar 16, 2015 | A Day In My Life
“This is your final chance, Sidney,” Silverstein said, slouching in his Italian leather chair, staring at me over his cheaters. “And I really mean it this time. Your last two trips were disasters.” “Final chance, Sidney,” echoed Andre, Silverstein’s wormy little...
Mar 14, 2015 | A Day In My Life
I don’t usually rob museums. Really, I don’t. Especially not the Louvre. Yet here I am in Paris, wearing a disguise and waiting for the signal. Perhaps I should back up. I’m Dr. Jaya Jones, a professor of history in San Francisco. I specialize in India’s colonial...
Mar 13, 2015 | A Day In My Life
I surveyed my small kingdom and saw that all was not good. The bookmobile was crowded with patrons large and small, which was excellent, but the overall atmosphere was not filled with the laughter and cheery talk that normally accompanied a bookmobile stop. The frowns...
