Excerpt from “Death of a Sad Face,” a Serafina short mystery Note: "Death of a Sad Face" is free at Apple, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords. Late Wednesday evening, October 28, 1868 Teo slammed the pillow over his ears and tried not to think about his brother or about his parents. If his head were formed like the others at school, he wouldn’t have to leave, but there was nothing he could do about it, Falco had told him that. “When you’re older, if you’re lucky, your nose and lips will pop … [Read more...] about A Wall Eye and a Flat Face
The Things We Leave Behind Yesterday I found a pair of gloves in the garage. I'd forgotten about them. They're paint spattered, fierce with abandonment. I’m of an age when I need to be careful about my Leave Behinds, and while I wouldn't throw these gloves out—they’re too precious and just the right fit now—I wondered about the stories they tell. What about your characters, what do they leave behind? I’m not talking about accomplishments or journals or objects they'd place with care and … [Read more...] about Leaving a Trail
A new character knocked on my door. She's the star of my next mystery story and her name is Brandy. She lives in Brooklyn with her mother and the ghost of her father. In the story she's kidnapped and we meet her in the back of a van with her hands tied, abducted from school. This is really rough writing but what do you expect, it's a birth. Me? I’m an everyday kind of teen with curls so tight on damp days they stick to my scalp and I can feel them winding up. They move like baby snakes ready to … [Read more...] about The Birth of a Character
Two immortals discuss Labor Day Think about it, all characters are immortal. Two of them, Rosa and Serafina were born in imagination. They had parts to play in my historical mysteries. For me they won't die and for anyone else who cares to read their words, they will in some way remain alive. One thing about them, Rosa and Serafina comment. Sitting on some fat cloud and enjoying perfect weather they look down on war and peace, perhaps on this parade in New York in 1909 when Labor Day was … [Read more...] about Why Do They Call It Labor Day If No One Works?
An Excerpt from Murder On The Rue Cassette, the new Serafina Florio mystery publishing this fall: Paris, April 1874 Exuding a scent of spoiled flowers, Sophie de Masson, squinted into their faces while telling them how much they hadn’t changed and how much she loved Rosa’s hat. “Our design in Palermo, no doubt.” She peered at Serafina’s bare head but said nothing. Serafina noticed Sophie was not in mourning. Instead, she wore a day dress of gold and silver, exquisitely crafted and in the … [Read more...] about Thinking of the Family