My mother was never exactly known for her comedic prowess, but it didn’t stop her trying. That’s why, when I found the note six months after her death, I couldn’t help but huff out a chuckle. I never expected to find a joke from the dead in my mother’s library, and she was the empress of gory thrillers. But then again, maybe I should have expected it?

Of course she was murdered. It was premeditat...

In the public eye, mother was fine. She shared her stories with her adoring public, laughing at the tropes that she just couldn't resist. But that wasn't her.

Behind closed doors she was paranoid, convinced someone was following her. I was so glad to be away from her when I finally moved out, now that moment floods me with gilt.

Page after page I flicked through her stories, again and again. S...

Most mothers are nurses, possibly school teachers, but my my mom was a writer. Not just any writer an author of well known thrillers. Everywhere I go: “Hey has your mom finished that new book yet?” or “Can I come over to your house to met your mom?”. Don’t get me wrong I love my mother, but after her passing I was mostly relieved of all the comments and questions that bombarded my everyday life....