Confessions of a Potty Mouth
I must confess: I have a potty mouth. I like profanity–I like the harshness of it, sometimes even…
I must confess: I have a potty mouth. I like profanity–I like the harshness of it, sometimes even…
Hey, I’m thinking that might be a pretty good title for a mystery, don’t you? But the reason…
Over the weekend Mick sent me a link to this article in the Guardian: Ten rules for writing…
On Saturday afternoon I went to a book launch at the Mystery Bookstore for Sue Ann Jaffarian's latest…
In 1912, workmen discovered a box of jewelry hidden under the floorboards of a house in Cheapside. The…
I just wanted to give a quick report on Stella. Refer to this post if you want the…
Mick and I met online in December 1996. We met in person on January 1, 1997. The first…
very story has a beginning, middle, and an end, right? That's the easy part. The problem starts when…
I don't mean that the cable went out during a storm or something like that. Mick and I…
I’ve made mashed cauliflower before and it was delicious. However, the recipe called for so much cream and…