Gunnar Olafsson 
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…
Testing, testing … one, two, testing …
“Come get your hand, Sheriff.” And that was the crux of my first odd conversation this morning, one that was long overdue. We had sent the hand – the one…