Jill Takes Over the Book Club
A month ago I was begging my soul for some relief, to take a breath, to have a minute just to slow down and ignore the lawyer’s text messages, the…

A serial about the people of Middle Valley in the tradition of daytime soap operas
A month ago I was begging my soul for some relief, to take a breath, to have a minute just to slow down and ignore the lawyer’s text messages, the…
Ladies and Gentlemen, Your gossip steward is returning. After being sidelined for some time in writing and editing purgatory, I’m managing to wile my way back into Middle Valley society…
Bitsy is seated at the bar as I walk in. “Light day?” I ask. I hadn’t heard from her in a few days and I was not upset about it.…
The postman makes his usual stop, but before he can place today’s mail on the bar, I anxiously snatch it right out of his hand. I’m delighted to find responses…
I am someone who has retired several times. First, from the gas station, where I spent my early years as an attendant, going to school, getting my degree. It was…
Bitsy and I are meeting with the first contractor, Steve Burton, before opening today. I’m struck at the sight of his hands. These are the hands of a contractor –…
I’m told that Silas is coming back this morning for yet another round of discussions. I’m not told whether Theodora will be joining him. Still, I’m intrigued at how we…
I find a two-mile walk around the paths near Hilltop a fine way to start a Fall day in these parts. The leaves are turning, and I can sense a…
I’m quickly getting settled into my new role as mayor (and I love it!). The crisp Fall-like air has me in a very … oxygenated mood. No clouds overhead. I’m…
Breakfast today is eggs again. Never over-easy, just scrambled. Like all the people in here. Junior slides the tray under the door, like usual, and taps on one of the…