The sixth book in the Murder by the Sea series by Carol Ann Ross.
Have you ever walked into a room and wondered why? We all have experienced that at some time, but what if you're a thug and you can't remember your assignment? Oops!
And then, SHE comes back.You thought she was safely locked away, tsk, tsk. Give her an inch, Estelle will take a mile, or a life.
Thallasophile - lover of the ocean.
That's me. I have a strong affinity for that entity and express those feelings through my writing--my books. They may span many genres but are all connected to the place I call home.
Genres published: historical fiction, literary, murder, essays--they all are set on Topsail Island where I grew up. It is my way of perserving this wonderful place and the people with whom I share my life.
The first book in the Murder by the Sea series is WATERLOGGED. Don Belkin is a former Marine, now a detective with the Surf City Police Dept. He's a conflicted man, to say the least, as he struggles to accept his past and find solace in the small beach town. Bitterness runs deep between the locals who have populated the area for generations and the "new" folks who think they've found paradise. Oh, Topsail Island may be the perfect tourist attraction, but in the summer it's just plain MURDER. (there are 5 more books in the series)
The tender moments between mother and child-what are they? They are the most simple of times, the most simple of events. In this excerpt, even the changing of a diaper is tender.
Thinking back to my own childhood, there is one thing that closes the gap between all those years and the memory-my mother pinning my hair in bobby pins to make curls. I can still feel her warm body leaning against mine as she patiently and quietly curled my hair around a finger and pinned it against my head with bobby pins. The process took a long time and I cherished that time, since my mother was not a very demonstrative woman, She was quiet and often preferred to be alone. But at these times when I could feel the warmth of her body next to mine, I felt safe and calm and loved.
All these little things that we often take for granted can become the most profound in our lives.
Happy Mother's Day, Momma. I love you and miss you..
All These Little Things
Jabbering, Laire giggled and wiggled as Carrie attempted to put on the diaper. “And you, little lady, you’re just laughing away, aren’t you?” Carrie smiled and cooed back. “Yes you are, aren’t you? You think it’s so funny that Mommy got fat.” She leaned to blow a raspberry on the little girl’s tummy, grabbed the bottle of almond milk and settled her daughter on the couch next to her. Clicking on the television set, Carrie reached for her buzzing phone.