It’s been quite a week! It started a week ago Thursday, when I arrived at Sleuthfest in Orlando. Sleuthfest is the annual writers’ conference hosted by the Florida Chapter of Mystery Writers of America. It always draws a fantastic group, because the organizers do a...
This is my last post before Christmas, and I had every intention of continuing the “put characters from my favorite books read this year into a Christmas carol” tradition. I had a song all picked out, and even had Rebus and Bernie Rehodenbarr sharing a drink while...
I had every intention of writing this week about scams, stunts, and hoaxes, because between that reality TV producer on Twitter and Amazonian drones, the examples were almost irresistible. Almost. Then I recalled what my dad told me repeatedly when I was growing up:...
I like to advocate reading. I believe more reading makes the world a better place. That reading is the best and strongest hope for humanity. That reading matters. There are, however, times when you need to stop reading. Specifically, any time you’re more than 5...
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...
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...
