Turning on the heels of change without looking back
Jenny Page Mother used to watch soap operas – the Young & the Restless, Guiding Light, and One Life to Live were her favorites. I think she ducked in and out of…
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Cloudy with a Chance of Confession: Paul, Revisited
Gunnar Olafsson It’s been a week since Silas and Merc first visited. I know because I can see the same clock I saw that day, and I can see that it’s 20…
Saved By the Bell? Paul’s Story Starts Trickling Out …
A guard leads me to a monitored meeting room where my visitors were waiting. I recognize Mercury immediately. “Glad to see you,” I say. “Gets kinda lonely here, especially since…
Mercury & Silas, a Meeting of the Minds
I am half an hour early for brunch with Silas, tense already from strolling in on Lindy and his merry band of entrepreneurs. First issue jitters, I reckon, and with…
A Quiet Night in Middle Valley: Secrets, Scandals and a Cat Named Chuckles – Part 2
Dear reader, I’ve returned. Not heat, nor the dark of night would keep your Miss Comportment from walking the five blocks to the Riverside and collecting three fresh bottles. Mission…
From Badge to Behind Bars: Paul’s Singing the Jailhouse Blues
Another day in this hellhole. Haven’t seen anyone from Middle Valley in quite a while with the notable exception of my lawyer, that is, and he isn’t really helping matters…
His name is Lindy, Mother
I was bored and worried. That’s what I told Lindy. He didn’t answer my question about Bitsy. Lindy downed his beer quickly and was off to talk to his crew.…
Friday Fatigue: Finding the Middle Valley Voice
Four hours of meetings and I am worn out. The regular work sessions with Carson have presented challenges – no doubt tomorrow will be more of the same. Lots to…
Elyse, Chablis, and Landmines
I am tired, but I need noise. Anonymity is not an option around here, as we all know. I need people around me I don’t know. I don’t want to…
Aligning of the Orbits: Shirley & Bitsy Unite
Ice on the Chickotee, ice in my glass …. Wasn’t that a song? Well, it should be. The icy chunks line the banks of our lifeblood, of the vein of…