Last night crime fiction’s glitterati came out in force for the 2013 Edgar Awards. I don’t usually give a hoot about awards of any sort, but this time, there was one book in the running that I was really pulling for. Which is not to say I didn’t care at all...
It’s been quite a few weeks…ones that have given social media denizens more than enough to talk about. From the unimportant, like Unilever telling women to how to think—or not think—about their bodies to hard news events that have impacted many of us directly and...
Most of the time, I’m pretty certain I was born in the wrong decade. Not that there was anything wrong with the 1970s, but in many ways I feel much more connected to the 1950s. All the Heywood-Wakefieldfurniture in our house, for example, as well as the house...
About this time last year, someone we know in passing gleefully proclaimed to my (Irish) husband that he’d told his (kindergartner-aged) daughter all about leprechauns, the midgets who dance around at the end of rainbows hoarding over pots of gold in funny green...
Today on Dead Guy, I’m talking about my discomfort with genre classifications…and the Dewey Decimal System…and Catriona McPherson’s excellent book, AS SHE LEFT IT, which comes out in June.
Twenty years ago, Las Vegas was not a playground for the spoiled and wealthy, and the Rat Pack glamour had long since faded. 1993 was one of the in-between years, when old folks dodged the Glamour Girls of Glitter Gulch on the sidewalks and everything was just a...
Watching the inauguration yesterday was inspiring. I was looking forward to President Obama’s speech, but I was unprepared for how deeply affected I was by some of the other parts of the program, including Myrlie Evers-Williams’ invocationand Richard Blanco’s poem,...
