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Marie Judson's latest blog posts
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Grass houses "I won't stay here any longer." Ola stormed out, bits of sodfalling onto her shoulders. She brushed them as she ran toward the field. Esme called from the back doorway, "What's the matter, love?" "It's too dark! Why do we live in a place covered in lawn, Gramma?” Ola had returned to the family home after college. It …
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British Mysteries
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I'm a mystery enthusiast. Yet I have to ask myself, what is it about death that invites such an unending panoply of creative plots? I think one aspect of the appeal is that curiosity that's engendered from the first scene. Who is going to die? Who will discover the body? Who will be gutted (emotionally) and who is being sneaky? …
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