
Mystery lovers will be drawn to Enough Rope, which masterfully weaves suspense with emotional depth. Each chapter reveals new secrets, peeling back layers of Carol’s life and her husband’s hidden world.
Not a spoiler: There is a scene where Carol discusses a box in her closet. Her box held secrets that were both treasured and dangerous. We all have sacred boxes in our closets and our minds. I remember opening one in my storage unit. I swear it vibrated as I touched it, begging me to open it. I pulled at the crossed flaps and held my breath. A flower-clad Mother’s Day card from a past boyfriend was on top. Without warning, my chest became tight, and tears filled my eyes. That card opened his memory folder, and our time together spilled out. Smiles, images, and warmth, along with my grief that he was no longer alive, all mixed. He had this wonderful, strange ability to melt away. Suddenly, I would look for him, call his name, and he would gently answer, “I’m here”. I asked him about it, and he told me it was a necessary skill he learned growing up in an orphanage.
Do your boxes, actual or hidden in your mind, hold wistful memories? Tell me about one. I’d love to hear it. Warning: They could become a scene in my next book…names, dates, and places changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. Oh, come on, tell me anyway.
Soul deep blues song
Fluttered into her heart
On Iridescent wings.
Cause Mama had, Daddy had
Relatives with crust of bread
Wore the fragrance of accepted
Abuse in your hair to
Attract butterflies
Cause Mama had, Daddy had
Relatives with crusts of bread
Leave needle tracks of don’t deserve
Along strong arms that
Reach for the wrong love.
Cause Mama had, Daddy had
Relatives with crusts of bread
Served love at the crowded table,
Chrysalis dormant
Awaits a distinct song.
Cause Mama had; Daddy held
Crusts of bread
Swallowed too much
Strange fruit