In one week from right now, I'll be at the airport, making my way through the security line.
I haven't started packing yet, although I've been giving it a lot of thought. Yesterday I got my hair touched up and my nails done, so I'll look more like an author and less like someone who sits at a computer all day in her pajamas, with her hair in a ponytail.
Umm... Okay. No comment.
Anyhow, I'm looking back at last year's Bouchercon at Raleigh, NC, and realize, I have very few photos. My critique buddy, Mary Sutton, who was also there, posted a look back yesterday on her blog, and she didn't have much photographic evidence either.
However, here is a photo of our panel, which was moderated by the phenomenal Janet Reid (not pictured--ever.) I feel short.
And here is me in the bar with a chocolate martini (see my post about Bouchercon in Cleveland to read about my love of chocolate martinis).
There was ONE moments NOT captured on film that will remain forever engr…
It's been a busy month. My trip to New Orleans for Bouchercon, library tour, various appointments and meetings... So yes, I'm late with my NOLA recap, but here are some of my photos and memories from the Big Easy.
Wednesday was my travel day. Had to stop and grab a picture of one of the Pittsburgh Airport statues: the Immaculate Reception with Franco Harris.
My sister in crime and critique partner Mary Sutton a.k.a. Liz Milliron and her hubby were on the same flight. Nice to have travel buddies.
The flights were smooth and on time. Here's my less-than-spectacular view from my room, but at least I was at the end of a hall, so it was quiet. This became more important as the week went along.
We went for a short stroll around the narrow streets of the French Quarter.
On Thursday, Bouchercon officially began. I had my first beignets for breakfast with Kaye Barley and Dave Magayna. Yummy! Great company too! Then it was time to take in some panels.
It’s been a week since my mom passed quietly from this
earth. The last few months have been awful. Those last few weeks had been
agonizing. Those last three days, nothing short of torture. For me, at least.
Mom was surrounded by some of the most compassionate caregivers I could have
wished for. I cannot say enough wonderful things about the staff of Evergreen
Personal Care Home and Bethany Hospice. I watched you treat my mom with dignity
and respect, love and honor in her final days.
And you held me together too.
My mom was tough.
She was also chronically late.
In the last few weeks and days, we wondered how she managed
to hang on. There couldn’t be much keeping her alive. A couple of times, she
seemed to be looking at something/someone over in the corner of the room. My
dad, I’m sure. Once while I was sitting alone with her, I had a little talk
with Dad, pleading with him to take her and end her suffering here.
Then I remembered something. I flashed back to the many
times Dad wo…