POE'S DEADLY DAUGHTERS

Sharon Wildwind When I was nine, I knew how to conduct a meeting. Some fifty-plus years later it appears that I no longer have this skill. I...

by Julia Buckley When I was a kid, we had a family dog named Buffy. She was part Collie, part Beagle, and part Norwegian Elkhound. She w...

Kathryn Casey (Guest Blogger) I’d like to say before I go any further that I’m not advocating for hurricanes. I’ve lived through a handful o...

by Sheila Connolly No, I'm not going to write about politics, exactly.  I'm going to wallow in the blessed quiet now that we are no...

Elizabeth Zelvin I had already started work on a Christmas/Chanukah crime story, planning to submit it to Wolfmont Press for what I assumed ...

Sandra Parshall So here’s yet another long feature, this time in the December issue of Psychology Today , about research proving that beau...

Sharon Wildwind No, it’s not an Earl Stanley Gardner title. It’s a little side passion I’ve developed. A while back I got bored with typed p...

by Julia Buckley When I decided to put my mystery novel Madeline Mann on Kindle, I was immediately thrust into the realities of the new and...

by guest blogger Leslie Wheeler With all due respect to Shakespeare’s Juliet, who had good reason to proclaim to Romeo that “a rose by any...

by Sheila Connolly Recently I went to an Irish harp performance. I wouldn’t call it a concert, because it took place in a small community ...