I'm So Busy Writing And Editing Two

I Want To See Your Tailpipe Fading Off Into The Sunset." Good Luck, I Thought. My Tailpipe Was Somewhere On Route 1, Along With My Muffler.

With The Exception Of Dessert, Food Is Food.

He’s Sort Of A Homeless Horse,” I Said. “i’m Leaving For The Airport In Two Seconds, And I Won’t Be Back For A Couple Days. You Can Put The Horse In The Garage, But I Don’t Want That Horse In My Apartment.” “who Would Put A Horse In An Apartment? That’s Dumb.” “where’s The Horse Staying Now?” “my Apartment.” “i Can Always Count On You To Brighten My Day,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.

I Really Wouldn't Classify The Books As Mysteries. I Prefer To Say That They're Adventures.

Truth Is, I'm A Good Catholic Girl. The Faith Has Always Been Elusive, But The Guilt Is Intractable.