My mom is the reason I write thrillers

In honor of Mother’s Day this Sunday, I thought I’d share two of my fondest, funniest childhood memories about my mom. And you wonder where I get my dark sense of humor? Wonder no more! When I was five, she killed my goldfish. Not intentionally. I’d...

A pearl of wisdom

Mom:  So what did you buy at Powell’s? Me:  I bought sixteen books. Cost me less than sixty dollars. Good deal, huh? Mom:  You bought used? Tsk tsk. Me:  I know, you’re right, I should have bought new. It supports the author better. But...

Another random conversation

Mom:  I met a writer on the cruise.  Nice lady.  I told her all about you. Me:  What does she write? Mom:  True crime, like you. Me:  I write thrillers. Mom: I think you’d have lots to talk about.  I have her email address, so...