Thinkingdog Publishing

  There are days when I open the news and immediately regret having eyes. Everything is a hot mess. Everything is urgent. Everything is either on fire, arguing, or trending for all the wrong reasons. And while I absolutely believe in staying informed, there comes a point where my nervous system taps out, pours itself a cup of tea, and quietly whispers, nope . That’s usually the moment I retreat into my own cozy mysteries. Not because I’m avoiding reality. Not because I think the world should be wrapped in bubble wrap. But because sometimes you need proof—actual proof—that there is a place where things still make sense. Where people show up for each other. Where kindness exists, even when it’s a little messy and occasionally paired with gossip. Especially the gossip. In my cozy mysteries, I write worlds that feel like coming home after a long day. Worlds where neighbors might talk a little too much, secrets absolutely exist, and someone will definitely say the wrong thing ...