Taking a Breather
Edith here, post Christmas, in between books, still north of Boston. In between books? Is she ever in between books, you ask? Well, yeah, sort of. On Friday I’ll start…
Wicked Good Mysteries
Edith here, post Christmas, in between books, still north of Boston. In between books? Is she ever in between books, you ask? Well, yeah, sort of. On Friday I’ll start…
Edith here, north of Boston and immersed in 1888. I thought I’d share a few of the posts I’ve done for the Midnight Ink Authors’ blog, where I’m up on…
Edith here, perched in my second floor office watching the sun come up, somewhere north of Boston. Yes, I know everyone and her fourth-cousin-once-removed is going to write about gratitude…
Edith here, north of Boston until noon but in Indiana as of 5 PM. I love these Wickeds. Isn’t this the best group, evah? It’s indeed a celebration to launch…
Edith here, north of Boston, trying to ride the cusp between summer and fall. Appreciation, gratitude, thanks – I think I sometimes use these terms a bit too lightly. The…
Edith north of Boston, try to enjoy the heck out of the end of summer. About two years ago a member of Sisters in Crime New England posted a call for…
Edith on retreat in Vermont, on a glorious summer morning. We all know Mr. Google is our friend, much of the time. But for reference books, nothing beats sitting down and…
Edith, all by herself gazing out at the Ipswich salt marsh. Despite the joy and exhilaration of having a new book out – which really never gets old, even though…