Sep 13, 2012 | A Day In My Life
We zoom in on a quiet corner of downtown San Francisco and a three-story red brick building lying on a tree-lined street in historic Jackson Square. A short step up from the sidewalk leads us to a glass door with a decorative iron frame. Green lettering on the door...
Sep 12, 2012 | A Day In My Life
Good Day to Ye, Lords and Ladies! I am Lady Jessie Morton of the Renaissance Faire Village and Marketplace in the town of Myrtle Beach and state of South Carolina. I am here to regale you with tales of what my life might be like on a given day. I won’t bore you with...
Sep 11, 2012 | A Day In My Life
Don’t tell Rachel I said this, but Tom Bridger is the person I most enjoy writing about. His work as chief deputy and investigator for Mason County, a rural mountain community in southwestern Virginia, interests me much more than what big city cops do. Tom, who’s in...
Sep 10, 2012 | A Day In My Life
Some people like to count sheep, I prefer ex-boyfriends. Bare-chested, tight boy shorts and strong thighs flexing at my command. I usually have them leap over the bed. I enjoy the perspective. They tense muscles to my left, leap and fly over my prone form in a variety...
Sep 7, 2012 | A Day In My Life
My daughter, Hayley, gave me the nicest Christmas present ever–a weekend trip to visit her in Key West and a ticket to the Key West Loves Literature seminar, which was all about food writing this year. I was in heaven–there were cookbook writers, and food...
Sep 6, 2012 | A Day In My Life
“We really shouldn’t be here,” Jane said. “Together, at least.” Jane Ryland fidgeted on the leather couch. Jake’s couch. In Jake’s Boston apartment. She hadn’t been here since that night last summer. When they almost went too far. “Well, these people won’t...