The Detective’s Daughter — Snow! Snow! Snow!
Kim, in Baltimore, watching her cement steps crumble under layers of salt. When I was about seven years old, don’t even ask me what year that was, we had an…
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The Detective’s Daughter – The Creative Ones
Kim in Baltimore sitting in the heat after foolishly taking all the air conditioners out of the windows. In August I took a job a job as an assistant to…
The Detective’s Daughter — Lost Language
Kim in Baltimore enjoying the last days of summer. “What’s black and white with a cherry on top?” This was my dad’s favorite joke. “A radio car,” he’d say before…
The Detective’s Daughter
Kim in Baltimore protecting my eyes from the eclipse. Nat King Cole sang about those lazy, hazy days of summer as Nana cooked in the kitchen. I could hear the…
The Detective’s Daughter — The Emerald
Kim in Baltimore soaking up the sun…finally! I’m sure every woman has heard the cheesy line “what’s your sign?” at least once in their life, but how about “what’s your…
The Detective’s Daughter — Seeking Fortune
By Kim in Baltimore where April is living up to its shower promises. On Mulberry Street, a mile or two from where I grew up, sits an abandoned shop that…
The Detective’s Daughter — Slither!
Kim in Baltimore watching the snow melt on the first day of spring. I don’t like snakes, never have. Growing up in the city amongst concrete and black top, I’d…
The Detective’s Daughter: The Lost Art of Letters
Not long before Dad’s house burned down, he gave me the family photos. There were boxes upon damaged boxes of photographs, letters, postcards and telegrams dating back to the early…
