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Ghosts and Mice
I live my life in stories. Willow had almost fallen asleep when she heard someone on the stairs. She sat up before she was fully awake, listening for the next step, expecting the bedroom door to open and someone she loved to come in and lie down beside her. For a second, she was already moving over. Then she remembered. It was the house creaking in the wind. There would be no next step, no door opening, no familiar weight settling into the mattress. She lay back down in a bed


Some Assembly. Extensive Profanity.
OFF THE RECORD Some Assembly. Extensive Profanity. My stairstepper broke three or four weeks ago, so I ordered a new one and apparently assumed it would arrive prepared to do its job. Somehow, I completely forgot about the part where somebody has to build the damn thing. That somebody turned out to be me, although I spent several weeks refusing to accept the position. First, the box sat at my office for several days. Probably a week. It was heavy, and every time I looked at i


The Only Cutting I’m Planning is a Ribbon
OFF THE RECORD The Only Cutting I’m Planning Is a Ribbon Today, Kylee and I spent part of the day getting files ready for our move. We worked on operating systems, organization, and how things will run in the new office. We were finally doing things I have been trying to get done all year, which was exciting enough that I briefly forgot we still have to physically move all this shit. I could see it coming together. A smaller office. Clear responsibilities. Systems that allow


Treasure The Good Days
OFF THE RECORD Treasure the Good Days October 11, 2026 Today was a good day. I realize that may not sound particularly newsworthy, but considering the events of the past several weeks, I feel like somebody ought to alert the media. Possibly declare a state holiday. At the very least, I think it deserves to be documented before life remembers I exist and decides to get creative again. Because today was genuinely, wonderfully, unexpectedly good. And I intend to enjoy every minu


The Front Line
I live my life in stories By midafternoon, she had already made enough trips up and down the hallway that one of her clients finally laughed and said, “Every time I’m in here, all I hear is your heels running back and forth. And every time I see you at court, you’re running there too.” She laughed because he was not wrong. “I don’t really know another speed. If I slow down, none of this is going to get done.” He laughed, she laughed, and then, naturally, she got up and went r


Testimonial
Much of the work happening inside a law office is never seen from the outside. We are always grateful when someone takes the time to share a few words about their experience with Hampton Law Firm. Their trust in our office—and in the people behind it—means more than they know.


Testimonial
Much of the work happening inside a law office is never seen from the outside. We are always grateful when someone takes the time to share a few words about their experience with Hampton Law Firm. Their trust in our office—and in the people behind it—means more than they know.


Testimonial
Much of the work happening inside a law office is never seen from the outside. We are always grateful when someone takes the time to share a few words about their experience with Hampton Law Firm. Their trust in our office—and in the people behind it—means more than they know.


The Way Back
I Live My Life in Stories Editor’s Note: Updated on 9/28/26 after a first person encounter Evelyn had with her ex-husband. Afterword — September 28, 2026 After I published this, Evelyn saw him. Not through somebody else’s description. Not through the women in my office telling me that he looked different, that his eyes were clear, that he looked like himself again. She saw him walk through her office door. Their daughter had gotten sick at school. Evelyn picked her up because


The Woman They Never Met
I Live My Life in Stories At approximately one o'clock that afternoon, Aveline received a telephone call from her daughter's elementary school. By two, she had managed to retrieve a sick child, overhear a rather unflattering assessment of her own existence, and resist the overwhelming temptation to provide two grown women with an impromptu lesson in acoustics and professional courtesy. Given the events of the afternoon, she was beginning to suspect Monday had developed a pers


I Live My Life In Stories
I Live My Life in Stories An Introduction Some people seem to experience life as a series of things that happened. A conversation. A drive home. A morning in court. A strange interaction in a grocery store. Each moment begins, ends and is replaced by the next one. My mind has never worked that way. I live my life in stories. I do not mean that I invent them, embellish them or necessarily tell them to anyone else. I mean that ordinary life rarely arrives in my mind as a collec


Same Attorney. New Address. Bigger Plans
Same Attorney. New Address. Bigger Plans. Apparently, I announced a relocation with the wording of a farewell speech. That would explain some of the confusion. When I said we would be closing the Farmerville office doors, I should have immediately followed that with, “And preparing to open them in Ruston.” A fairly important second sentence. Somehow, the attorney missed it. So let me introduce this next chapter properly. Hampton Law Firm is preparing to relocate from Farmervi


THE MISSING HEIR NOBODY CAN FIND: CAN YOU STILL SELL THE PROPERTY?
Can you still close the deal?
Short answer: YES!


The Years They Never Got: A Reflection on Time and Loss
The Weight of Memories Evelyn had not gone looking for the past that afternoon. She was simply scrolling through Facebook, passing time like so many of us do. Birthday pictures, children in uniforms, anniversary dinners, and vacation snapshots filled her feed. Then she stopped. A face she recognized. Then another. And another. For a brief moment, it felt almost possible to walk straight through the screen and back into that life. The faces were so familiar that the years seem


Who in the hell is Daniel Cross?
I live My Life In Stories. There were people who would swear they knew Daniel Cross. Not casually. Not in the way people say they know the man who lives three houses down or the father they see every Saturday morning at the ball field. They knew him. They would lean forward when they said it. “I know exactly who Daniel is.” And then they would tell you. One man would tell you Daniel was dangerous. Not dangerous in any obvious way. Daniel was smarter than that, he would say. H


Testimonial
Much of the work happening inside a law office is never seen from the outside. We are always grateful when someone takes the time to share a few words about their experience with Hampton Law Firm. Their trust in our office—and in the people behind it—means more than they know.


Mortgage Amortization: FAQ For Homebuyers
WHAT IS MORTGAGE AMORTIZATION? WHAT TO CHECK WHAT TO ASK WHY IT MATTERS Principal Application How do I designate this as a principal-only payment? Extra money saves interest only if it reduces principal Future Payment Credit Will this advance my next due date instead? A payment credited towards next months payment does not accomplish what you intended Prepayment Penalty Does my loan impose any penalty for early payment? Loan terms may vary Statement Verification Where will th


Why Your Mortgage Balance Barely Moves and What One Extra Payment Can Do?
Coffee Shop: Plain Legal Talk TERM PLAIN ENGLISH DEFINITION WHY IT MATTERS Principal The amount you borrow Interest is calculated using the principal still owed Interest Rate The percentage charged for borrowing the money A high rate increases the payment and total interest APR A broader measure of borrowing cost that includes the interest rate and certain loan changes Useful when comparing loan offers Loan Term The time allowed to repay the loan, commonly 15 or 30 years A lo


The Whole Woman
I Live My Life in Stories Her name was Anna, and Anna no longer believed in love. That was not how her story began. It was simply where the story had left her for now. Anna had always suspected there was something strange about her. Other people noticed it too. She had quirks. She was a perfectionist. Her mind moved relentlessly, producing thoughts faster than she could organize them and ideas faster than she could bring them to life. She could be funny, brilliant, impulsive,
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