This is the third of three excerpts from Lisa Scottoline's new novel, "One Perfect Lie," now in stores. Chapter Two Chris pulled into the Central Valley U-Haul dealership and parked his Jeep, a 2010 black Patriot. He slipped on a ball cap, got out of the car, and looked around. There were no other customers, which was why he'd come midmorning on a drizzly Wednesday. He didn't want any witnesses.
Wordplay with a worried mom July 19, 2009 There are some issues unique to the mother-daughter relationship - OK, a lot of issues. Years later, readers still mention this column and tell me, "OMG, you're me," and, "That's my mom." It feels good to know we're all in this together! And though I'd like to say I've gotten better at talking to my mom, you know what they say: The more things change . . . the more moms worry.
A final, loving touch April 27, 2014 Francesca chose to write about one of the most difficult and painful subjects, the loss of her beloved grandmother Mother Mary, and she did so in a way that was original and poignant. Francesca took wonderful care of Mother Mary in hospice, and you can te
March is Women's History Month, and we're celebrating women everywhere. Even on Brawny paper towels. Yes, the Brawny package used to have a super-hot guy standing with his arms folded, but now there's a super-hot dark-haired woman with her hands on her hips.
There's something special about an old dog. No, I don't mean me. How dare you. I'm talking about Ruby, the crazy corgi, who is now 13 and using her little wheelie cart, since her back legs are paralyzed. This unfortunately means that she's incontinent, so she wears a doggy diaper, but apart from that, she's only gotten better as she's gotten older.
I was excited for Christmas until Match.com told me I shouldn't be. The dating website has been running a new TV ad, "I Met Someone." The phrase is repeated by different people in different scenarios, but the camera lingers on a final scene at a holiday dinner, where a young woman leans in to an elderly relative and says, "I met someone," to much rejoicing.
Lisa Scottoline and her daughter Francesca Serritella write a column, Chick Wit, for The Sunday Inquirer's Arts&Entertainment section. Lisa is a New York Times best-selling novelist with some 30 million copies in print worldwide. She won the Edgar Award for suspense writing, and is the president of the Mystery Writers of America. She is a Philadelphia native who lives in Chester County with four dogs, two cats, and several chickens. Visit Lisa at www.scottoline.com.
Francesca Serritella graduated cum laude from Harvard University, where she won the Thomas Temple Hoopes Prize, the Le Baron Russell Briggs Fiction Prize, and the Charles Edmund Horman Prize for her creative writing. She is working on a novel, and lives in New York with only one dog, so far. Visit Francesca at www.francescaserritella.com.