A Fishing We Will Go (or how to make a right angle a wrong one)
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…

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,…
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,…
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…
Like I had a choice. (See previous.)
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…