This is a great series. I love the characterizations, and the local color of northern Michigan. This is a thinking woman's protagonist, who can't helpbut get pulled into each adventure. Her sidekick in this is a deputy who is a homegrown down to earth partner. Add in a few local yokels, an af...
When I awoke my bedroom was dim. I could hear rain softly hitting the windows. A perfect day to sit at my desk and write and drink tea. And maybe entertain myself with thoughts of other writers in their garrets all around the world, plugging away at their hard and thankless tasks—suffering for ou...
Neat little houses. Short streets going nowhere. A block of businesses that had seen better days. You drove through Kingsley to get to Traverse City, going north, or down to southern Michigan. There wasn’t much reason to stop as you made the turn at the blinker, except that life there went on jus...
I wanted not only Traverse City Area but Kalkaska, Leetsville, and Mancelona. One girl was a Lisa Valient. Her mother was Fern Valient of Washington Street, right there in Traverse City. I found Fern Valient, still on Washington Street, and wrote down the address and phone...
In the north country it wasn’t like Florida where the weather, except in hurricane season, was bland. Our guys got to use their weather maps and projections and plots of fronts coming down from the north since Canada seemed to be at fault for almost all the bad weather we got. &...
Brown. Brown. And then more brown thrown in as an accent color. Brown carpets in the funeral home. Brown couches lining the long hall of the old house. Brown paneling on the wavy walls. Brown wooden lamps on dark mahogany tables. The funeral home wa...