On Saturday, June 7, we gathered in Copperfield’s Books in San Rafael for the Spring Showcase of NorCal’s Sisters in Crime to hear nine authors read from their books that had been published in the previous six months. What a great showcase it was! New York Times bestselling author Juliet Blackwell took to the podium…
In my last post, I neglected to mention a very important – and scary – detail. I can’t even fathom how I left this off – it goes back to what I was saying about something preventing me from writing about this. We also had another investigation done at the house in November. For someone…
This is part 5 of the series of true blogs about the hauntings in my house. If you’re just starting to read these or if it’s been a while since you checked in, I’d recommend reading the previous entries: Unseen Resident Unseen Resident Part 2 Unseen Resident Part 3 Unseen Resident Part 4 After I…
The tiger crouches at the edge of the enclosure. The only movement is a slight flick of the tip of his tail. His eyes are focused on his prey, and his body is taut, ready to pounce. His prey has just entered through the gate and looks like he is oblivious to the predator’s scrutiny. …
A person came to me today who had read my blogs about my house and proceeded to question my honesty, integrity, intelligence, and even my heritage. His questions centered on how could I be so stupid to stay in this house, unless, of course, the whole story is a lie. If he had the nerve…
I have been very fortunate to spend most of my adult career working for the same city government, although I moved around to different departments. I was looking back recently at some of the strange things I’ve seen working in the Fire Department, Police Department, Public Works, Communications (9-1-1), and the Electric Department. I started…
Have I ever mentioned how much I love Sisters in Crime? In a few weeks, I’m headed down to Southern California for the California Crime Writers Conference, put on by the local chapter of Sisters in Crime there. But today I had the great pleasure of attending the NorCal Chapter’s Spring Showcase event at Orinda…
It all started at three a.m. on Friday. Mulder gave out one of his ferocious growl-barks that tells me that something is really wrong. I heard him hit the back gate with a crash, and I flashed back to his attack a few years ago on the idiot who tried to get into my house.…
I cannot deny it. My dogs are spoiled rotten. But there is a reason, a really good one. It’s not just that Mulder is so gorgeous that he takes my breath away. And not because my stress level drops when I get home and see his toothy grin in the window, head bobbing back and…
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