Every woman, in her heart, believes herself to be a detective. This fall I completed the final revision on my mystery,. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Monday, March 19, 2018. Winter set a picnic table. With a sparkling cloth of snow. Was the only guest to show. Squirrel brought his own lunch. Packed away in his cheek. He had a big, black walnut,. Squirrel gnawed on that nut. He left shreds of shells all around. He finished his messy meal. Then he jumped down to the ground. She tapped Winter on the shoulder. And motioned for him to go.

Connie blüm fine artist master of design.