Posts by Liza Blue
Clean Plate Club Murder Mystery: Chapter 43
Simba didn’t say a word and my mind raced. What evidence could Grimes have put together since yesterday? No judge would grant a search warrant based on a partial match of a license plate. He must have come up with additional evidence, some sort of relationship between Penny and Henry, and I didn’t even have…
Read MoreRaspberries Aplenty
For the past month, every couple of days I have been able to go outside and pick myself at least a pint of raspberries from the bushes alongside our porch. Growing up, raspberries, and macadamia nuts, were considered the height of luxury. According to my mother buying pints of raspberries, or leaving out a…
Read MoreClean Plate Club Murder Mystery: Chapters 41-42
Chapter 41 As I ran along the bike path at the beach, I began to think that going to see Henry on my own was a bad idea – I suppose being a neutral go between was a decent enough idea, but I don’t think that Henry would perceive me as neutral. This would almost…
Read MoreThe SexAT, Circa 781
Several years ago when I was preparing to take the SAT, I proposed the idea of the SexAT, a new test prep book specifically designed to appeal to high schoolers. I would take existing SAT questions and simply reformat them into something more interesting and relevant. Here’s how I would revise one of the hated…
Read MoreClean Plate Club Murder Mystery: Chapter 40
I slept fitfully that night, and was entirely groggy when I heard phone ring at six. I couldn’t catch it in time, and momentarily fell back asleep, and then it rang again. I struggled awake, grabbed the phone and said hello as briskly as I could. “Liza, it’s me Simba. Is it too early for…
Read MoreThink Fast, Think Slow
Next to my bed is a large stack of books, most of which I will never read. I pick them up on occasional prowls through the local bookstore, or buy them based on a book review. The problem is that I am far more ambitious when I buy books than when I want to read…
Read MoreClean Plate Club Murder Mystery: Chapter 39
As I started driving back through town, I remembered that Henry had let it slip that he knew my father professionally. All of Dad’s old records were stored with Ralph and Fanny, so I once again headed to the Clean Plate Club to see if I could dig up any old files. They were technically…
Read MorePodcast: The Bra Strap
My personal history of the bra strap, from training bra, to braless, to basic piece of underwear.
Read MoreThe Checkered Game of Life
The other day I was wandering lost in a Target Superstore, looking for one of those trivial items, like the darning needle that used to be sold locally until all the big box stores sucked the local sundry shops dry. I found myself in the game aisle, and spotted the three board games that were…
Read MoreClean Plate Club Murder Mystery: Chapters 37-38
Chapter 37 I moved away from the bridge tables quickly, but had lost sight of Simba. As I looked frantically around I heard my name. “Liza, fancy meeting you here. This cannot be a coincidence.” “Grimes, are you here for a little bridge?” “No, I don’t play bridge, but that was quite a show with…
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