One Bite at a Time

John McNally is the closest thing to a writing teacher I’ve had. (No, I don’t blame him and neither should you.) We met when I was accepted...

There are times when life doesn’t just imitate art, it takes over. This is one of those. I’m shutting down the blog for a bit while some th...

Bouchercon 2017 was just a conference for The Beloved Spouse™ and me the way Charlize Theron is attractive: way more than that. We like...

Ladybug Ladybug (1963) This could have been good. Started out as a twist on a 60s nuclear apocalypse story by taking the perspective of sc...

The Beloved Spouse™ has commented more than once over the years about how little I drink, so it seemed only right when I got back to th...

With my panel behind me and a fairly relaxing evening at the bar under my belt, Friday showed great potential. It did not disappoint. ...

This year’s Bouchercon in Toronto wasn’t just a conference for The Beloved Spouse™ and I; it was an adventure. The road trip we took meri...