‘NO SUBSTITUTE FOR MISINFORMATION‘ “I was NOT a stripper.” Muriel Ballantine, my elegant, refined and wealthy neighbor, slammed her fist on my dining room table with enough force to make the salt and pepper shakers jump...
Carolyn and I are great ‘virtual’ friends, although you might not think so, given how long I take to feature and review her books, when she is kind enough to send me through a copy just as soon as they are available. Carolyn, I’ll...
January Rain “It’s time. She wants you with her.” Her grandfather’s words rang in Rain Paxton’s mind as she gunned her car east from Vancouver toward the Columbia Gorge. When the sun rose, her grandmother Meadow would...