Luristan is still an enchanted name. Its streams are dotted blue lines on the map and the position of its hills a matter of taste...I spent a fortnight in that part of the country where one is less frequently murdered...
# Permanent link to “…that part of the country where one is less frequently murdered…”
My proudest moment as a beader
He’s got the espresso making down to a science.
The scow is moored on the north-facing shore. A hand-painted sign which reads “Espresso!” sits in a skiff anchored in the middle of the cove. “It marks a reef, too,” Jim says. Good to know. Inside, the tiny house looks like any other espresso stand, black and chrome espresso machine, refrigerator, soda water dispenser, and…
“Shut up, kid.”
I feel ready to demonstrate my ignorance.
Okay, who wants to make the Bush Caesar salad? This is the one made with the least desirable products off the shelf, according to my recipe.” Well, I’m a Bush girl. I raise my hand, and take my place at the salad table at the head of the room. We start with powdered garlic and…
Fan Letters
[From the stabenow.com vaults, 2011] I’ve had some great fan mail, like the email a woman wrote to say that Breakup made her blow Sprite out of her nose in an airport lounge. But this has got to be my all-time favorite. Jason was doing a book report on Breakup and wrote to ask me…
“My mom said I could!”
Kate’s first mention in Forbes.
…and the Kate Shugak series, written by Dana Stabenow and narrated by Marguerite Gavin. By way of introduction, “Shugak is an Alaskan Aleut who solves mysteries with her half-wolf/half-husky, Mutt (who in real life has her own fans and ‘Friends of Mutt” bumper sticker’),” she writes. “Not only are the books fun, but one…
“I didn’t think you could do that.”
It’s about eleven-thirty, most of the ship has turned in. I’m brushing my teeth and Engineer Officer Lt. Tony Erickson knocks on the door to tell me we have a SAR case. I shoot up to the bridge. A fisherman on a longliner about 25 miles away has got a fishhook through his eye. His…
Mr. Stackpool was a stout, cheerful, talkative solicitor. He wore a pair of horn-rimmed glasses which were so thick and heavy that they constantly threatened to pull his face down into his collar. Mrs. Stackpool was smaller all round. She had a worried expression. it could easily have been caused by her husband's bidding and play.
# Permanent link to “This is not a B.B.C. television program.”