It’s been a year or so since I’ve spent time with my old friends Dave Robicheaux and Clete Purcel, but by the second page of “Clete”, we were right back in the same comfort zone and it felt like no time had passed at all. I could almost taste Clete’s po’boy and whiskey, feel the

Today was the first anniversary of my dear friend Kate Brophy’s passing. To mark it, I went to St. Francis Cemetery in Phoenix, to have a chat. It’s a familiar place to me, since my first husband, the love of my life since fifth grade, has been there for many years as well, in a

We spend untold hours crafting a book, but that’s just the beginning, isn’t it? Then, the rewrites, the editing, proofreading, and the searching for an agent and/or a publisher begins. Sometimes, the miracles happen, and that elusive agent you enchanted sells your baby to one of the major five/four and now you’re in the big

  Another day, another mass shooting of innocent schoolchildren and teachers. I am saddened but even more than that, I am angry. What sort of people have we become? Complacent victims or tools of hate, lies, and greed, I can only assume. How can our legislators and elected officials on a local, state and federal