The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol
Former police detective writes about life, death, and coffee.
What time is it? (from a letter to a friend) I went by my old house the other day. A relative and her family have lived there for quite some time. It hasn’t changed much. There is a front concrete porch with 3 levels. A small sidewalk is part of it on one side and... Continue Reading →
As a writer who likes to write about childhood memories I often wonder if my memory is getting it right, or am I just making it up as I go along? Who knows? It's a mystery. A long time ago I read a book titled "The Memory Book". Wait, no, it was called "Your Memory... Continue Reading →
