Dear Reader,You hold in your hands a bunch of love letters, none of which were sent. Letters to friends, family, people I loved, people who loved me. There's an occasional famous person in there and the...

When you need a detective, call someone else. When you need help, call someone else. When you need someone to smash the bejeezus out of a possessed doll, call me.

One thief holds the key to the perfect crime. Only one problem: He holds the key in his butt.

A failing marriage, a cursed object. Once you find Harold, you see him everywhere...

A short, heartmelting, facemelting tale of horror and motherhood.