When Shelia offered me the opportunity to write this post for her blog, I was a little stumped at first by the theme. Choosing a friendship—either one of my own or one from my latest book, Murder in the Family—wound up being like picking a favorite puppy from a...
Six weeks after my mother’s funeral, I still had not done anything with the boxes and furniture I’d brought home with me from her room at the assisted living facility. My brother and I had had to empty the room in less than a week, so much of it went to charity. My...
