| Krista Davis lives and writes
in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. She lived in Northern
Virginia for many years and resided for a time in Old Town, Alexandria.
She really does have a gregarious Ocicat named Mochie who never ceases to amaze her. Daisy is based on one of her four dogs. |
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 For a good read -- links to Krista's friends Sarah Atwell -- The Glassblower Series Deb Baker -- Dolls to Die For Lorna Barrett -- Booktown Mysteries Lorraine Bartlett -- paranormal mysteries Elizabeth Becka -- Evelyn James CSI mysteries Sheila Connolly -- Apple Orchard Mysteries Lonnie Cruse -- Kitty Bloodworth, Fifty-seven Mystery Peggy Ehrhart -- Max Maxxwell Mystery Beth Groundwater -- A Real Basketcase Terry Hoover -- A Southern Murder Mystery Marilyn Levinson -- No Boys Allowed! Sandra Parshall -- Disturbing the Dead Darlene Ryan -- Waiting For Normal June Shaw -- Relative Danger Sharon Wildwind -- Vietnam Nurse series Elizabeth Zelvin -- Death Will Get You Sober |
Mom, petite and
trim, moved the sugar bowl away from me. "Now that you're
single again, you can't afford to keep eating this way. That sugar will settle right on your hips." She handed me a plate with bacon and pancakes. A chunk of butter melted on the top pancake. I could eat this but wasn't supposed to take sugar in my coffee?  |