May 19, 2013
I’m on Mykonos. Yay. The Kardashians were here when I arrived. Boo. They left. Yay. Michael Jordan arrived. Yay. Okay, I’ll stop now while the “Yays” have it.
May 18, 2013
by Mary Reed Wordsworth’s poem relates how he saw a host of golden daffodils growing wild in the Lake District, but we city dwellers had to purchase the yellow trumpetted flowers at the greengrocers. Each spring, my mother bought the first bunch of daffies she saw. They went into a truly hideous green jug made [...] Read More →
May 16, 2013
As a trial lawyer by day and an author by night, I don’t find the “unreliable narrator” an abstract concept. Indeed, I have been mulling over the subject for awhile and have posted some thoughts on my website here and here. But the topic is particularly relevant to those of us who write or read mystery novels. First, some background: The “unreliable narrator” [...] Read More →