Marjorie Makes an Endorsement
Jenny Page Like a bee to honey, dear readers, your Miss Comportment is a-buzz about politics … but NOT of the Middle Valley variety. (More on Bernie and Mayor Charlotte’s moronic attempts…
July 2024
Bernie’s Shrinking Fishbowl
I’d met the sheriff’s ex on two occassions, neither of which made me at all excited about there being a third. But the mayor insisted. “We have to pay our…
Wanda Gets Herself Stu-ed Up
Four voice messages. No return calls. And I thought Mayor Charlotte and I had made a connection. I simply want to understand why I, the head of the tourism bureau…
The Begging Tour, Part 3: Ambush in the Sitting Room
The Hughes’ cat may have run off into the night, but its essence was everywhere in the family’s sitting room. Though its style was Victorian to the hilt – satin…
“Father’s gone.”
My mother was inconsolable. The cat had escaped into the rainy night 12 hours earlier and, when he hadn’t returned by daybreak, she, of course, called me. “You’re the one…
The Begging Tour, Part 2: The Interrogation Factor
I don’t believe in horoscopes. Never have, never will. I always picture these syndicated columnists, so-called “seers,” in their basements smoking Newports, sipping highballs and stringing together storylines toward which…
The Begging Tour, Part 1: Door-to-Door Diplomacy & Some In Between
I dated a guy with a Bentley once, a white two-seater convertible. I remember being more intrigued with the car than I was with the guy, but anyhow, it was…