Oct 18, 2013 | A Day In My Life
Since I’m officially on vacation, my days should be pretty darn good. Unfortunately, things aren’t quite proceeding as planned. Everything started because I truly want to improve my relationship with my mother. Mom’s great passion is rosemaling, also called rose...
Oct 17, 2013 | A Day In My Life
I must have been crazy when I decided to take over the apple orchard on an old family property in Granford, Massachusetts. Not that I had a lot of other choices, since I’d lost my banking job to downsizing and my apartment lease in Boston. My plan was to clean...
Oct 16, 2013 | A Day In My Life
When my mornings don’t start with a dark-fifteen o’clock breaking story, I go to the gym first thing. I find body combat to be effective at combating the calories in the white chocolate and southern-fried foods I like to inhale the rest of the day. It also comes in...
Oct 15, 2013 | A Day In My Life
My name is Violetta Devereaux. You don’t know me yet, but you will. You haven’t heard my story yet, but once you have, you’ll never forget it. I can promise you that. You will never forget me. I am a woman from the Appalachian Mountains in North Carolina. Some folks...
Oct 14, 2013 | A Day In My Life
Job: Homicide detective with the Santa Cruz County Sheriff’s Office on the Arizona/Mexico border I live in a rented a house on Harshaw Road. Harshaw Road is a poorly-maintained stretch of asphalt outside Patagonia proper—a mixed population of old houses jammed...
Oct 11, 2013 | A Day In My Life
It wasn’t that Carmela didn’t like Mardi Gras. Heck, she liked it just fine. She lived in New Orleans after all. And her scrapbook shop, Memory Mine, was located square in the middle of the French Quarter. And when those monster-sized floats came rumbling down the...
