Category Archives: Broken Glass Waltzes

Bouchercon, Days Green and Melvin: Lack of Sleep Begins to Affect the Prof

So it occurred to me this morning that I had forgotten to post my report from yesterday. “That’s okay,” thought I, “I’ll just double up tonight.” And so here we go, in the standard Saturday Potpourri format. Friday’s panels began … Continue reading

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Bouchercon, Day Two: Speed Dating, History, and Innocence

The alarm woke me at 6 this morning, giving me time to get civilized before I made the short walk to the convention hotel. I found my way to the Grand Ballroom and checked in for Author Speed Dating. In … Continue reading

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Saturday Potpourri: Oktoberfest Edition

Oh, that’s right… I have a blog. Who knew? Well, let’s get a bit caught up, shall we? *** As I had mentioned previously, we celebrated my 52nd birthday last weekend. Mrs. M fixed a large ravioli casserole that lasted several … Continue reading

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Finally Playing with a Full Deck?

At 4:57 this morning (3:57 Nashville time), I turned 52. I’m actually holding off on the celebration until this weekend, but I’ve been touched by the best wishes I’ve received from hundreds of people, in person or via social media. … Continue reading

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Bonus Labor Day Potpourri

I’m letting lunch settle before I go for a walk and come home for some class prep, so I thought I’d share a little bit of this and that while I wait. *** First off, I’d like to put in … Continue reading

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Graham Rides Again, Again

I’m pleased to report that “The Birthmark and the Brand”, the latest adventure of my Western character Graham (and no, I don’t know if it’s his first or last name, although people he meets seem to assume it’s his last … Continue reading

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In Which the Universe Yells at the Prof

I was at the grocery the other day, and as I got out of the van, I saw a woman who seemed to recognize me. I wish I could tell you who she was, but in a small town like … Continue reading

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