Sep 13, 2017 | A Day In My Life
I will start by saying one thing – my days are never boring. What with running a bed and breakfast inn, trying to keep up with my peppy grandmother and solving a murder now and then, things can get complicated real fast. Throw in a very large, excitable dog and...
Sep 12, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Granny Mae, dressed in a fluffy pink robe the color of cotton candy, with matching fluffy pink slippers, disappeared on the other side of the kitchen island to pull a tray from the oven. “I thought he said he’d call by now,” she said, her voice bouncing around in the...
Sep 11, 2017 | A Day In My Life
I just poured beer all over my hoodie, tore a hole in my T-shirt, and scuffed my running shoes beyond repair. Yet, as I look in the mirror I see a man who is still too clean-cut. Maybe a little mud will help? I don’t have time to grow a three-day beard. My best...
Sep 10, 2017 | A Day In My Life
It was Monday, July 1st, the day that Spike (newly dead) took over my life. I had staggered out of bed around eleven (a.m.) after a particularly rough night (although it’s getting harder to rank them at this point), so it wasn’t until my second cup of...
Sep 9, 2017 | A Day In My Life
If only I’d known what I was getting into when I bought that painting from the junk dealer in Edinburgh, I would have left it lying there on the floor where I found it. After all, it wasn’t even in good shape. I recognized it as a painting by an old Scottish master,...
Sep 8, 2017 | A Day In My Life
A day in the life? This should be entitled what a difference a few years make. A few short years ago I had a great career on the police force, was happily married to a handsome assistant district attorney, living in Boston, firmly on the side of truth and justice....
