Sep 27, 2014 | A Day In My Life
I am never so happy to live in tiny River Bend, Illinois, as in the mornings. After I’ve fed Amber his breakfast—usually something fishy from a can that makes the whole house smell like a Florida beach at Red Tide—I lace up my Tretorns and head out for a walk. The...
Sep 26, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Psst, over here. Yes, pretend you don’t see me, but come closer, please. I’m trying not to attract the attention of my Vanderbilt aunts, Alice and Alva. They squabble over everything these days, because each is intent on staking her claim as...
Sep 25, 2014 | A Day In My Life
I’m rattled today. If I’m being honest…Being honest is so important… If my dad had been honest…but that isn’t what you asked. You asked about my day. I’m rattled today because… I’m completely devastated. And scared. And I’m not sure what to do next. That isn’t...
Sep 24, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Occupation: Toledo Police Homicide Detective Six a.m.? Wow – I actually got to sleep until the alarm went off. That doesn’t happen often these days. It seems like ninety percent of the homicides in Toledo happen in the middle of the night. Don’t murderers ever sleep?...
Sep 23, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Welcome to 27A Wimpole Street in central London. King Edward VII died three years ago, and they say we are now in a post-Edwardian age. All I know is that the year is 1913. My name is Eliza Doolittle, and I used to live in rather shabby digs along Angel Court off...
Sep 22, 2014 | A Day In My Life
My granddaughter Faith walked around the Scrap This and slapped Post-It notes on the shelves. A kaleidoscope of color decorated almost every inch of the room and the store looked like an art gallery for slips of paper. There were slips on the paper racks, journaling...
