

Our too smart for his own good dog.
Dexter and Quinn both have amazing personalities, but Dexter is getting too smart for us. The Cowboy made biscuits and gravy for breakfast this morning. Then when we were upstairs, I heard him jumping in the kitchen. I knew it was him jumping because Quinn was sleeping on the stairs. Or maybe she was blocking the humans from coming down the stairs before Dexter could finish his misdeeds. And yes, he had a biscuit that he didn't share with his sister. They do that a lot. Cover


I love small towns
I guess that's why I love writing cozy mysteries and small town romance. I love knowing the owner of the hardware store next door. I love the idea of a business community that works together for the benefit of the community. (The picture is from our Bristol TN/VA trip.) I grew up in a small town. Two, actually. We lived 'in town' until third grade when my mom married again (after losing my father.) I could walk (or ride my bike) to school, to my best friend's house and to two