Saturday, January 18, 2020 5:47 A.M. After the storm passed, in the chilly hour before dawn, the last of the “space zombies” found their way back to their nest in the derelict house. From his command post, the squad leader Read More …
If only I could learn to say no, I wouldn’t be perched on a barstool in a redneck bar, breathing secondhand smoke and pretending to flirt with men sporting baseball caps and Confederate bandanas, their eyes riveted on my Victoria’s Read More …
When I was lying in the hospital three months or so ago, after the boys and their children had gone home, Alan came back and kissed my forehead and said, “It’s time you wrote it down…” I didn’t have to Read More …
The last time I saw Lisa Campbell, she was naked. It was almost thirty years ago, when I was in junior high and she was the latest Hot Young Thing, smiling invitingly at me — and thousands of other lonely Read More …
Randy Alderson Spelling looks more like a girl than a woman. So tiny she’s nearly lost in the cushions of my office couch. Her legs jut out over the floor until she scoots forward and places her feet squarely on Read More …
The Market is not a quiet place. Thousands of people stroll the streets and sidewalks, chattering and calling to each other… Street musicians sing and play guitars… Vendors proclaim their wares, and customers barter for better prices on beans and Read More …
I ran up the steps and opened the door. The delicious scents of freshly baked bread, warm pastry, ginger, and cinnamon washed over me. I took a deep breath. Heaven, I sometimes thought, must smell like Vicky’s bakery… — Vicki Read More …
It was entirely my own fault, of course. I know better than to ignore the voice. At least I always do in retrospect… — Jessica Estevao, Whispers Beyond the Veil Jessica Estevao has launched a terrific new series with Whispers Read More …
She grabbed a paperweight and faced the large man, drawing back her arm. “I’m warning you. I was starting pitcher in the Girls’ State Fastpitch Softball Championships.” The man laughed, rich and throaty. “Go ahead. Throw it.” Gethsemane hurled the Read More …
My name is Carol Childs. I’m a reporter… And now, right in front of me was exactly what I needed, a damn good story. — Shadow of Doubt, Nancy Cole Silverman Nancy Cole Silverman worked both on the air and behind Read More …
