Jun 22, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Occupation: LAPD Homicide Detective The walls of Interview Room 1 closed in on us, the gray soundproofing foam torn and gouged by the nails and fists of angry men. I shifted in my seat, then winced—my bra strap and leather holster were both biting into the fleshy part...
Jun 21, 2014 | A Day In My Life
I kiss the kids goodbye, hug my parents, and head for work, knowing it’s going to be a long day. When I arrive, the place is overrun with cops. Not surprising since there was a murder here. Lieutenant Masoski gives me a long, appraising look. Does he think it’s my...
Jun 20, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Every time I think I’ve finally settled into my position as President of the Pennsylvania Antiquarian Society, something happens. You would think that a staid Philadelphia institution would run smoothing after well over a century, but you’d be surprised at what really...
Jun 19, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Have you ever taken a look at your hands? I mean a real look at your hands? Your fingers? Go on. Take a nice long look at them. Yep. Hold them out in front of you. Do you see the creases where your joints meet? Bend them. Up and down, up and down. Now. . .bend your...
Jun 18, 2014 | A Day In My Life
I’m Willow Vanderling. I live in Pennsylvania on the shore of Lake Erie. Thanks to the textile arts shops lining the main street, our village has earned the nickname “Threadville.” I have two dogs who are part border collie and very active and enthusiastic, and I also...
Jun 17, 2014 | A Day In My Life
She was the worst mother in the whole world. “My whole life is changing, and how did this child get cereal in his ear?” Nora Tierney cradled her mobile phone against her ear as she spoke to her Oxford friend, Val Rogan. She held her infant son close to her chest to...
