Somewhere along the line, how cliché of me, I left my ability to multi-task lying by the wayside. Certainly not intentionally, but apparently it is gone, disappeared, either walked away for lack of usage or just got angry at being misused and left. But it is certainly not here, or anywhere in my house. And,…
Middle is Mine
I don’t share well, really, I share hardly at all. Mine is mine! When I was in college I bought a Wilson aluminum racquet, which damaged my elbow something fierce. I had my name engraved on the racquet handle, even tho it almost killed me, it was mine. Look at any of my books and my name…
Murder We Write
Today, just five minutes from my house, which was a first, I went to the 3rd annual SinC networking luncheon, put on by the Murder We Write, SinC, Triad Chapter. I first joined Sisters in Crime back in 2005, I think. It was fun to buy a book like The Book of Poisons, or Forensics for…
Dear Mr. Peck
Even though I now know about the local idiom in southern Illinois, “going to Anna’ meaning committed to a mental hospital, and we have chatted over drinks at a party, calling you Richard, here, now, in this, will just not do. I’m about to go all fan girl on you so you can’t be anything…
Consequences.
Tomorrow I leave for LA, Los Angeles, in California, the city where I grew up. Well, not really. We first lived in Sepulveda, maybe Van Nuys [I was little then], Burbank, Chatsworth, Granada Hills, which is mostly in the San Fernando Valley, north of Los Angeles, so inland about maybe forty, fifty miles? But still,…