The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol
Former police detective writes about life, death, and coffee.
Ladies, I have a question. When did the world run out of pants for women? I mean they still have some right? You know, the kind with buttons, zippers, and pockets? Or were they outlawed and I missed the memo? I don't hate yoga pants. I really don't. I won't let my daughter wear them... Continue Reading →
I actually wrote this three years ago, and for reasons I cannot at all understand, I felt compelled to re-post it today, here and now. It was the third part of a story that has no real end. A TALE OF TWO SISTERS: GRADUATION Once, when the world was young, it trickled by, stopping here... Continue Reading →
A couple of weeks ago I was sitting at a coffee shop reading when this young girl who I had seen many times before, asked me a question that I get quite often now. She wanted to know why I am always reading real books and not e-books on Kindle or Nook, or on my... Continue Reading →
I am kidding, of course. I am more than capable of pretending to be a blogger while pretending to write a book. Far be it from me to fail at just one thing at a time. I can fail miserably at several things simultaneously. It's a gift, really. Don't misunderstand, I have the "potential" to... Continue Reading →
