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…
Sliding Doors: Elyse Opens One, Then Closes Another
I arrive at the Hughes’ porch and I hesitate. I ring the doorbell. Elyse answers immediately. “Come in.” She smiles, but I can tell she isn’t at ease – or…
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…
Shirley Finds Silas’ Jail Away from Home
I am anxious to meet Silas, the new guy in town, who we hope will sort out all our mysteries. We spoke briefly by phone last evening and agreed to…
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…
A Quiet Night in Middle Valley: Secrets, Scandal, and a Cat Named Chuckles Amid This Small-Town’s Turmoil – Part 1
There is something luxurious about spending an entire evening at home. It’s rare, but what’s even more rare is that I’m really happy about it. No social obligations. No hunting…
Bitsy’s Book Club is Bagging New Blood
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…
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…
Wanda Lights Up
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…