Jul 17, 2013 | A Day In My Life
When I think of all the years I spent wasting away in a jail cells across the Northeast, I could kick myself. Hi, my name is Pixie Poe and I’m a recovering prostitute. I never had much of an education, and when I was younger I wasn’t bad to look at. I never got caught...
Jul 16, 2013 | A Day In My Life
Most of my days start out the same way, and I like it like that. I leave my curtains open at night, so that I don’t miss the dawn. As soon as my eyes open onto the first graying of the day, I swing my legs off the bed and my feet hit the rag rug. After I stretch and...
Jul 15, 2013 | A Day In My Life
“JT! Shay! Get the lead out!” Eddy Quartermaine bellowed from the Rabbit Hole, her voice carrying through her living room and into her kitchen. Who ever would have thought this old Victorian that housed Eddy’s apartment in the rear and the Rabbit Hole in the front...
Jul 12, 2013 | A Day In My Life
Hungry. The thought drifted into my mind with enough urgency to make my stomach grumble. I opened my eyes and blinked up at the ceiling. For a few seconds I couldn’t remember where I was. Morning brain fog is nothing new for me, my body needs a specialized fuel called...
Jul 11, 2013 | A Day In My Life
Murder, Marriage, and Money: Those three items were absent from my life a few years ago. That was before my best friend since age ten, Olivia (Livie) Greyson, returned to her hometown, Chatterley Heights, Maryland, with a divorce decree and a dream. Together, Livie...
Jul 10, 2013 | A Day In My Life
I used to think that the hustle and bustle of living and working in the fashion industry in Manhattan kept me busy, but Manhattan has nothing on Bliss, Texas. When I moved back home to my great-grandmother’s little yellow farmhouse, I had no idea Meemaw’s ghost would...
