Gunnar Olafsson My Mother, the Car(d)
What’s a girl gotta do to get her husband from Luxembourg to Middle Valley via Greece, Cannes, Nice, New York, and Syracuse? Apparently, ship the yacht. That’s right, friends. How…
Jenny Page Cassie’s Crackpot Karma
The day before I left Mick in New York, I became uncontrollably ill. I wasn’t sure if it was a virus or if it was just the uncertainty of how…
PITTED! Were Those Peaches or Raspberries on the Banks of Our Chickotee?
Don’t you dare say “you’re a peach” to me today! LOLOLOL. Why, I’m pretty sure I’d take that as a sincere knock! Friends, neighbors, readers, all my loves … Well,…
Like James & the Giant Peach … but different
I never thought anything on the planet intimidated me. Not the mugger in East Boston who stole my laptop at 9PM in what all purport to be a safe, wealth-driven…
Storm’s A-Coming: Wanda’s Day in the Sun Goes Dark
I’ve never understood everyone’s obsession with the weather. Me, I keep two umbrellas in the office, two at home and two in the car. I simply don’t think about it.…
Bernie Strikes Gold. Film at 11.
The closest I’d ever come to having a true scoop was in New York, during my internship. It was my day off, a Monday, I think. It was warm, much…
Meet Mercury McMurtry. No, not the planet.
Do you see why I left? Mercury McMurtry. It’s like some dumb nickname a commentator gives to a college football player. My real name though … Agatha Trent Mercury McMurtry.…
Riverside Blues: Notes from a Tuesday Night Bar Stool
Is there a real world around here anymore? Mick’s dead, we don’t know the answers to the body-part questions, Sheriff Paul has become a little too comfy on my bar…
Welcome to my world …
So I show the guy the place on River Road. Hi. We’ve not met. Is it enough, I ask him? I know full well it’s not because, hell, it’s not…
River Road Trip to Hell
I think the great Oscar Wilde once said “live life with no excuses, travel with no regret.” Clearly, he’d never traveled with Sheriff Paul in a cop car for nearly…