Ten Minutes to Air: Elyse, Carson & the Next Barbara Walters (?)
ELYSE A white shirt, the producer had told me. Wear a white, long-sleeved shirt. Wear any other color, she’d said, and people will find you abrasive, or too commanding. Remember,…
Surveys, Slights & Sit-Downs with Susan
I need a stylist. All the big-time reporters have them these days, or share them between one another. My hair is too … something, too fluffy. I barely know what…
Miss Comportment Takes a Breath
If I hadn’t seen it myself, I would not have believed it. Sheriff Paul … gun drawn, arrested right there in front of Carson and Elyse. The commotion was absolutely…
EDITOR’S NOTE: We’re back! Now then, as we were saying …
Apologies for the prolonged silence. Between travel, personal events, deadlines, and still more travel … this planned hiatus has gone a bit longer than, well, planned – certainly longer than…
ON HIATUS! UPDATE: Returning Oct. 15!
UPDATE: Had to postpone the big day for another few weeks, but the storms will be brewing again OCT. 15! See you then! Oct. 1: Who has the gun, who…
The Party, Part 2: Righteous – or Riotous – Money on the Banks of the Chickotee
Your divine Miss Comportment coming to you live via digital recording on my phone as I luxuriate on the banks of our beautiful Chickotee River and on the boat of…
The Party, Part 1: Overheard Onboard
Mayor Charlotte Granger Thirty minutes here and Mrs. McMurtry had yet to let go of my ear. “Mayor Charlotte, so glad you could be here! My son-in-law was so pleased…
Bentley’s Back-Seat Drivers
As the sun begins to set along the banks of the Chickotee, my stomach begins to flutter. “Big night!” Mom hollers as I leave the house. Big night indeed. It’s…
Itsy Bitsy is Tipsy & *Ritzy: Mrs. McMurtry Re-emerges to Run the Show
* ritzy (adj.): luxurious or fashionable; being in a position of prominence or control; impressively or ostentatiously fancy or stylish Yes, that! Bless me, dear reader, for it has been…
Cassie’s Deal with the Devil on the (Not-so) Deep (Not-so) Blue Chickotee
Madam’s morning voice message chirped like an overly-caffeinated mockingbird. “Cassie, darling … it’s the Madam calling. So sorry the book club hadn’t been by the restaurant in a few weeks…
