What Could Smell Better Than Supper Being

Emotion Doesn't Travel In A Straight Line. Like Water, Our Feelings Trickle Down Through Cracks And Crevices, Seeking Out The Little Pockets Of Neediness And Neglect, The Hairline Fractures In Our Character Usually Hidden From Public View.

My Job As The Writer Is To Fool You. Your Job As The Reader Is To See If You Can Catch Me At It.

I Know There Are People Who Believe You Should Forgive And Forget. For The Record, I'd Like To Say I'm A Big Fan Of Forgiveness As Long As I'm Given The Opportunity To Get Even First.

A Is For Alibi, My First Book, Was Published In 1982. As It Happened The Next Couple Of Books Took Place In June And August Of That Year. Without Meaning To I Painted Myself Into A Corner. The Other Issue Was The Aging Process. I Did Not Want My Main Character To Age One Year For Every Book So I Slowed The Whole Process Down. This Way I Could Get Through All 26 Letters Of The Alphabet Without Making Her 109 Years Old In 2015. I Might End The Series In Either 1990 Or On New Years Eve 1989.

Grief Rolled Across The Space Between Us Like A Wash Of Salt Water.