The Symbol of Justice is a Woman

Meet Judge Elreta Alexander, the first African American judge elected to the bench in North Carolina.

On Writing

I'm always looking for advice on how to improve my writing. Today, I stumbled upon C.S. Lewis's 1956 letter to a young fan named Joan Lancaster. I think he pretty much summed it up. The full letter is worth a read, too. 1. Always try to use the language so as to make quite clear... Continue Reading →

3TC: September 15, 2018

24 HOURS AND COUNTING "I DON'T KNOW." Julia gave her husband a doubtful look. "I don't think we need a tent." "Why wouldn't we need a tent? It's better to be safe than sorry." Her husband wore that pinched look he got every time he was stressed. "We might be roughing it for a few... Continue Reading →

Sharing my World – August 20, 2018

I'm still running a week behind. Here are my thoughts for August 20. Which tastes better: black or green olives? Kalamata Olives. They always seemed purple to me. What’s your favorite room in your home? The one that I've recently cleaned. What fictional family would you be a member of? Hmm... I'd be Weasley. What... Continue Reading →

We Are All Stardust: Part 8

WE WEREN'T DONE yet. There was still the matter of Naia Khan. Naia was on the run. Chicago police picked her up at O'Hare airport, where she was about to board a British Airways flight to London. She was running. Interesting. Innocent people don't run. I went to Chicago with Detective Sidran to pick her... Continue Reading →

We Are All Stardust: Part 7

FATIMA'S BODY WAS found at 4:28 pm. She had been stuffed into a trunk and buried less than two feet under the patio. It was a nice trunk. Probably a little too nice. It was so nice that it kept out water and air. This meant Fatima's body hadn't decomposed the way it would have if... Continue Reading →

We Are All Stardust: Part 6

THE NEXT MORNING I scoured the bathroom for any signs of Fatima's murder. Not that I thought there would be. Three years and another family between then and now meant the bathroom's been cleaned a time or two. Still, you never know. Little things can get overlooked. I could get lucky. I wasn't. When my... Continue Reading →

We Are All Stardust: Part 5

THAT NIGHT I picked up some pizza on the way home. Good thing I did, too, because there was no dinner. I came home to find Gwen wandering through the house, chanting, and waving a bunch of incense around. "Gwenny? Baby? Whatcha doing?" I sat the pizza down and turned on the oven. "Just to let... Continue Reading →

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