Shirley’s Digging the Digging of the Dirt
My phone is ringing again. I had missed it the first time and there was no message. It’s an unforgivable sin to miss a call when you are self employed.…

My phone is ringing again. I had missed it the first time and there was no message. It’s an unforgivable sin to miss a call when you are self employed.…
I can remember as a kid when Mother would drag me by the hand through this dining room, chatting with everyone as she walked through, showing me off when people…
3 o’clock comes up quickly. Mercury returns from her afternoon coffee run – a giant latte for her and a small cup of black for me. On this day, I’m…
I was being honest with Bernie – I really didn’t know what Bitsy and Wanda were plotting, though I was, of course, tragically curious. Those two in a booth, a…
It takes exactly 100 steps for me to walk from my desk to the Riverside – 103 if you count the steps from its front door to the bar. On…
I believe it was the great Mary Chapin Carpenter who once sang “sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug.” These days, I am, of course, a windshield. Which is…
My Dearest Elyse, I am still without words, for my love for you was the most real thing to ever happen to me. Now that it’s gone, the void in…
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…
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…
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…