An Unholy Alliance? On a Holy Night, No Less
The streets are full and no Cassie, no Shirley, no Trish, no Mercury, no Lindy, and no Mr. Carson Sigmund. I am freezing. Everyone is caroling. I can see the…

The streets are full and no Cassie, no Shirley, no Trish, no Mercury, no Lindy, and no Mr. Carson Sigmund. I am freezing. Everyone is caroling. I can see the…
Historically, I’m a person who loves the holiday season – the lights, the festive atmosphere. Everyone is drinking, and that’s always a good thing for the bar. It’s a wonderful…
Don’t tell me, dear reader, that you don’t have questions. I am present among these, well, society types here at the bar and, let me tell you, I have a…
Stu used to put the lights on the tree. At six-foot-three (to my five-foot-two) he was the obvious choice. I mean, what good was I? He’d be on the ladder…
Hair? Check. Shoes? Check … and new, by the way. Suit? Compensatory navy with white lapel, well-fitted. (Thank you Mrs. McDougal from two doors down. That woman is a genius…
The beginning of everything in my family is my mother. What was the name of that movie? Everything, Everywhere, All at Once. That’s Mother. One last twist of the knife,…
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…
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…
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…
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…