I’m Just Not Worrying About It
Edith here, where it’s hot and windy like the desert. But I’m not worrying about it. That’s my summer mantra this year. So much to worry about in all aspects of…
Wicked Good Mysteries
Edith here, where it’s hot and windy like the desert. But I’m not worrying about it. That’s my summer mantra this year. So much to worry about in all aspects of…
Edith, north of Boston in 1888 No, not really in 1888, but it feels like it these days. Keeping with this month’s Research theme, I thought I’d share what I’ve…
Edith here, delighted to have ‘Til Dirt Do Us Part – my second Local Foods mystery – out and available! And huge thanks to the Wickeds and so many other…
Edith here, writing from north of Boston where spring has finally arrived! I am delighted to announce that my first Local Foods mystery, A Tine to Live, a Tine to…
Edith, high on a small bit of fame north of Boston. When I was farming twenty-one years ago, a woman in Marblehead, Massachusetts contacted me. A small group there wanted…
Edith, recalling Monterey, California As you read this I’ll be winging home from my whirlwind tour of northern California, culminating in three and a half days at Calamari Crime: Left Coast…
By Edith North of Boston I’m feeling pretty drained right now. My dear friend Susan passed away three days ago. She was only 57. With two fine adult sons the…
Edith here, north of Boston Somehow I signed up for the Christmas Eve post. I’m a Quaker but not really a Christian. I love rituals and holidays. I think ahead…