Jan 8, 2015 | A Day In My Life
I’m used to living on my own. For decades, I’ve been traveling around the U.S. and living out of my silver Airstream trailer – until this week. I was tired of my itinerant life, so I bought this dilapidated Craftsman house in Portland, Oregon, a friendly city full of...
Jan 7, 2015 | A Day In My Life
One of my favorite parts of writing fiction is creating new characters. They take on a life of their own, and I am often surprised by what they say and do, even though I know I’m the one writing what they say and do. That’s the biggest mystery for me in each mystery...
Jan 6, 2015 | A Day In My Life
“Angel, it’s time to come home. They’ve found your mama.” Gram’s words on my phone kept repeating in my head. I hadn’t even stopped to call her to ask, “Where?” “How?” Her voice had told me what was most important. Mama was dead. I’d thrown a few clothes in my duffle...
Jan 5, 2015 | A Day In My Life
I was telling my grandmother, Miss Amelia, only this morning, that it seems kind of unlucky, the way we keep turning up dead bodies. I don’t even know the count—now that the second book in The Nut House Series is out—Snoop to Nuts. I hear Elizabeth Lee’s already...
Jan 4, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Achilles licked my hand to remind me to get up and take him on our morning run. I sat up before my hyperactive Belgian Malinois could lick my face. “Sorry I overslept, boy. My souvenir of Istanbul kept me awake.” I touched the still-tender bullet wound that marked my...
Jan 3, 2015 | A Day In My Life
My name is Colleen Caruso and since the day I went jogging in the woods near my house and tripped over the body of my daughter’s missing Algebra teacher, my life has been anything but ordinary. First off – I gave up jogging. It’s not like we have a whole lot crime...
