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Continue reading →: When Life Gives You Lemons
When life gives you lemons, make arroz con pollo. Don’t see it as a setback but as a challenge to rise to the occasion. I’ve had to reinvent myself over and over. Each time I rise, I learn a lesson and examine the sequence of events. Usually, the law of…
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Continue reading →: The Strawberry Festival Case
Juan Carlos argued with El Patron John Smith. It was closing time at the Plant City Strawberry Festival, and the crowd had dissipated, leaving only a few stragglers here and there. The argument escalated into a bare-knuckle fistfight. Juan Carlos was an ex-middleweight boxer from Mexico, down on his luck.…
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Continue reading →: Latina Blues
I must confess, I love working with AI. It is getting better at following my instructions and generating images to accompany my poems and stories. The more I interact with it, the more it teaches me about myself. The future of graphic design is here. It removes much of the…
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Continue reading →: Boho Eclectic
Boho eclectic is how I would describe my condo apartment. African masks and motifs blend in with Buddhist statues and images in the entry. My room is boho, painted golden orange, with a collection of my own paintings on the walls. I’m an artist as well, with acrylic portraits of…
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Continue reading →: The Open House Killer
31 Magnolia Lane was an elegant $4.6 million estate—six bedrooms, six-and-a-half baths, and more than 7,000 square feet. The kind of home that required door vetting and tight security. Grace Stevens, a striking woman with long, straight black hair, was the Realtor overseeing the Open House. Her picture had appeared…
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Continue reading →: Open House Killer Cont.2
Frank and Lucy pulled an all-nighter after receiving the case files. Frank paced, holding the files, while Lucy focused on the crime board, methodically adding details. Fueled by Chinese takeout and pots of coffee, they set up a sting to catch him in the act. The weekend was fast approaching,…
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Continue reading →: The Zombies
Her eyes adjusted to the brightness of her new world. She stood in a field of sunflowers, taller than she was. They stood in neat rows like sentinels, and she was on a little dirt path between them. Her feet were bare, and she could feel the dirt between her…
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