Jan 13, 2014 | A Day In My Life
So there I was, churning up the hill toward Memorial Cemetery, the wrought-iron gates looming up through swirling fog like disapproving sentinels. My BFF Toni was riding shotgun, while stuffed in the back seat were four enormous baskets of flowers. Somehow, we’d been...
Jan 10, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Let’s be real. If we’re talking about a day in my life, Martha Rose, we’re usually talking about sewing quilts. And if the day is Tuesday, we’re talking about stitching quilts with my best friends Lucy Mondello (tall redhead, who always dresses with a theme) and...
Jan 8, 2014 | A Day In My Life
A typical day? I haven’t had a typical day in, well in forever. What on earth is a typical day when you own a yoga studio, your friend was murdered, and you’re trying to find a new home for a horse-sized monster dog? Let’s start with my to-do list for the day: Teach...
Jan 7, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Today is no ordinary day. After four years, today is the day I get my life back. Okay, my sister Dru would chide me for being too dramatic, my sister Lucy would argue that I’m still woefully in need of a life, and my best friend Rena would slap me on the head and...
Jan 6, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Dying is overrated. Murder is not. Trust me, after fifteen years as a detective, I know a lot about both. Like death and murder are always complicated, but not always related. You can have death without murder, but not the other way around. That’s what I used to think...
Jan 3, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Gracie sank down into the tiny pink bathtub, draped her feet up over the ledge, and laid her head back on the daisy foam pillow she’d snagged for a nickel at a garage sale—a steal deal for which she’d secretly congratulated herself for days, clucking contentedly to...
