The Detective’s Daughter -These are the Days of Our Lives
Kim, in Baltimore, writing up lists and a menu for a gluten-free Thanksgiving. [The winner of the anthology Over the River and Through the Woods is Susan Sportiello. Send me…
Author: Kimberly Kurth Gray
Kimberly Kurth Gray is the 2009 winner of the William F. Deeck/ Malice Domestic grant for unpublished writers and a Hruska Fellowship finalist as well as a Wellstone Emerging Writer Fellowship winner. In addition to blogging, she is the author of several short stories, the latest Tidings of Comfort and Joyce can be found in the second Mindful Writers anthology, Over the River and Through the Woods.,
The Detective’s Daughter – Over the River and Through the Woods
Kim, in Baltimore, getting things together for the York Book Expo on November 2nd. I always joke that because my dad was a homicide detective and my mother grew…
The Detective’s Daughter – For the Love of Libraries
Kim in Baltimore enjoying some quiet time. I love my local library. We even have a cafe in the back. What’s not to love when you can read books…
The Detective’s Daughter – To Market
Kim, in Baltimore, hiding out in the air conditioning. I was probably about nine years old the first time I went to a grocery store. My grandmother…
The Detective’s Daughter – Crab Town
Kim in Baltimore packing for the beach. Summer is officially here. I know many people believe that once Independence Day rolls around, summer is half over. That’s not…
The Detective’s Daughter – Don’t Talk to Strangers
Kim in Baltimore counting down the days to summer. I am a shy person. Stop laughing, it’s true. I was extremely bashful as a child especially around men. Until…
The Detective’s Daughter- Retreat Lessons
Kim in Baltimore where winter has turned immediately to summer. Last night I braved the storms and tornado warnings to drive back from Pittsburgh to Baltimore from my Pennwriters convention.…
The Detective’s Daughter – A Tasteful Memory
Kim in Baltimore welcoming spring… finally! My grandmother’s kitchen was the center of not only our home, but our family life. Every Saturday afternoon my aunties would gather with their…
