Apr 27, 2016 | A Day In My Life
“You went to school with Faith Hunter. What do you have on her or Steve Davis? Better yet, both of them.” My editor’s eyes gleamed as she slid onto my desk. “Their names are being dropped everywhere around town.” Faith Hunter. Faith Hunter. Faith Hunter. I was so sick...
Sep 22, 2014 | A Day In My Life
My granddaughter Faith walked around the Scrap This and slapped Post-It notes on the shelves. A kaleidoscope of color decorated almost every inch of the room and the store looked like an art gallery for slips of paper. There were slips on the paper racks, journaling...
Sep 24, 2013 | A Day In My Life
Faith Hunter stood before me, offering me a beguiling smile. “Can I ask you a question?” I snuck the case file I was working on into the top drawer of the metal desk. There wasn’t a reason for Faith to be interested in another suspicious activity reported by Mrs....
Nov 20, 2012 | A Day In My Life
“Your grandmothers said you needed my help.” Steve placed a large cup of coffee on the counter, pushing it toward me. I held in my sigh…a cross between annoyance, resignation and appreciation of a man’s hotness. One thing Steve had going for...
