Miss Comportment Takes a Breath
Jenny Page 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…
murder
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…
Bernie Falls in Line
Like I had a choice. (See previous.)
Yachts, Yahtzee & Bored Games
Board games, or bored games?” That is the question I had posed to Miller, the stalwart concierge, when I went down to fetch Mother’s dry cleaning. I couldn’t hazard a…
The Begging Tour, Part 4: Small Towns, Small Minds, Big Questions
We’re coming up on Sheriff Paul’s home, Brantley behind the wheel and me in the backseat with Bernie, who seems particularly reticent today. Journalists are supposed to remove all emotion…
Wanda Gets Herself Stu-ed Up
Four voice messages. No return calls. And I thought Mayor Charlotte and I had made a connection. I simply want to understand why I, the head of the tourism bureau…
The Begging Tour, Part 3: Ambush in the Sitting Room
The Hughes’ cat may have run off into the night, but its essence was everywhere in the family’s sitting room. Though its style was Victorian to the hilt – satin…
“Father’s gone.”
My mother was inconsolable. The cat had escaped into the rainy night 12 hours earlier and, when he hadn’t returned by daybreak, she, of course, called me. “You’re the one…
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…