Dec 11, 2014 | A Day In My Life
12:01 AM: I am fast asleep. Dreaming of NYPD Detective Mike Quinn… 5:00 AM: Wake up to inexplicable ringing. Alarm? No. Madame is calling—the octogenarian owner of the coffeehouse I manage. “Did I wake you, dear?” she asks. I mumble into pillow: “No, I was...
Dec 10, 2014 | A Day In My Life
I am Molly Addison Renard, retired school teacher, wife, mother, and part owner of Smuggler’s Arcane. I’m also a multi-generational witch. My coven and my life are shared with my friends, Elsie and Olivia, who are also mature witches of a certain age. Our witch family...
Dec 9, 2014 | A Day In My Life
My first name is Meredith, but everyone including a few people I don’t even like very much, call me Red. Some genuinely unpleasant types started calling me The Red Queen after I was appointed interim dean of my journalism school. My boss, the former dean, was found...
Dec 8, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Let’s face it, I have a concentration problem. My head, which at Christmas-time should be full of magical sugar plums dancing, is instead full of how in the world I am going to manage my mother (whom I love dearly) plunking herself in Key West for the entire winter...
Dec 7, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Evie Bloomfield here and it’s been a great summer on Mackinac Island…if you don’t mind a dead body or two. None of us including me were that fond of this particular dead person so that’s not the problem. What is a big issue is what to do with the body so that it...
Dec 6, 2014 | A Day In My Life
My day will be spent crawling about a creepy, enormous, long-abandoned flour mill. The Washburn A Mill in Minneapolis, to be exact. It’s a long way from Old World Wisconsin, the rural farm museum where I’m employed as curator of collections. But visionaries at the...
