Growing up, I didn’t just stumble into murder mysteries — I was practically raised on them. My mom always had the TV tuned to Murder, She Wrote, Matlock or Jake and the Fatman (a title that confused me for years as… Continue Reading →
My first brush with horror came one quiet afternoon when King Kong aired on cable TV. We had just gotten the cable box, and as I explored the channels, the sight of the massive ape rampaging through the jungle and… Continue Reading →