It Is Happening Again

"He stopped once I pulled out my tape recorder and asked about the murders. Then it was those whirling wheels that had his full attention. People got such a charge from seeing their names in print. Proof of existence. I could picture a squabble of ghosts ripping through piles of newspapers. Pointing at a name... Continue Reading →

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Rebranding A Dog’s Purpose

"The crowd that showed up could have come together only in a place like Charleston. And could have only my uncle as the common denominator. The owner of a million-dollar beach front house traded vodka shots with a man from Brother Thomas's congregation in the projects. Three Folly Beach surfers cornered several state legislators and... Continue Reading →

Blackened Lights Please…Draw Curtains

"Alliances with the devil often manifest themselves in virtuosic mastery of an instrument." An angelic young girl with winning good looks and a extraordinary talent for tickling the ivories; physically has all the potential a parent could want for in a prodigy in the making. Couple that with a fearlessness, curiosity, and a thirst for... Continue Reading →

Tick Tick Tick BOOOOOM

"Without thinking further, Diaz lifted his left leg and scrambled over the jersey wall. There were only a couple of feet between the curved concrete of the wall and the solid white line of the shoulder. He hewed to the wet, narrow space, absorbed the rush of air from passing cars time and again, ignored... Continue Reading →

Ghosts Can Take Many Forms

"Wabigoon shook his head. "Those girls, hitchhiking. No choice, eh? The buses don't run up north anymore. You hear that old joke about the Anishnabe woman hitchhiking? She gets into a truck and there's a big bottle of booze in the passenger seat.  'Got that for my old man' the driver says. And the Anishnabe... Continue Reading →

And You Call Yourself A Booklover!!! Pftt!!!

"Women's lib, Frannie had decided, was nothing more nor less than an outgrowth of the technological society. Women were at the mercy of their bodies. They were smaller. They tended to be weaker. A man couldn't get with child, but a woman could---every four-year-old knows it. And a pregnant woman is a vulnerable human being.... Continue Reading →

M’m! M’m! Good

SUMMARY "A Baker's Dozen: 13 Tales of Murder and More" is a compilation of short stories created over 30 years, written by a former journalist and including contributions by her mother, a professional proofreader. From murder in the mountains of Tennessee to the adventures of an all-woman air conditioning repair crew in Northern Virginia, a... Continue Reading →

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