Jane Haddam

Mary Agnes’s funeral is tomorrow, and I’m  having one of those odd and floaty days. When I get like this, I tend to wander around reading the kind of stuff I usually see no point to–this history of the Mediterranean through food, for instance. Okay, that book is actually a good one, even if a…

Let me start out by saying that there’s going to be no coherent post today.  I got up at one thirty in the morning and couldn’t go back to sleep, so, since I’m working a deadline on the new book and don’t want to be late, I got up to work, and here I am.…

Sometimes it occurs to me that I can never quite get to anything on time on this blog.  I’m actually pretty good about deadlines in the real world, but this thing keeps me circling stuff over and over again. Let me start by addressing John’s contention that the Vikings built a successful society by stealing…

Well, okay, not quite. It’s Sunday, it’s hot, I have to go out for a bit this afternoon, and I’m still not exactly cheerful. But I do want to get back to Unger for a while, and I will. Let me just say what I promised to say–although I will note that since I am,…

So, for those of you who don’t watch FB, there’s the news–my mother-in-law died yesterday morning.  This was not surprising.  Matt and I had gone up the day before to see her, and she was no longer able to speak, and not expected ever to be able to speak again. But it was one of…

I’ve got a new, upgraded version of this blog program to work with today.  It’s one of those things.  We’ve been meaning to upgrade for a while, but it wasn’t hurting anything to stay where we were, so we didn’t get around to it, and then we did. I can’t see a great deal of…

Well, what can I say?  It wasn’t a bad birthday as birthdays go.  Matt even cooked me dinner. So thanks to everybody who sent happy birthday wishes, and back to the fray. First, I didn’t mean to imply that Rand based her moral philosophy on her definitions of selfishness and unselfishness.  The basis begins with…

Well, to start, I’m definitely in favor of the poster who said that one way to beat depression was to read my books–yes, absolutely, the whole country should do that.  I could go to Maui. But let me get to Cheryl’s comment on “This is John Galt Speaking.” First, as an aside, I’d like to…

So–last night, to sort of cap everything off,  Bill’s mother went into the emergency room with blood clots in her legs, inoperable.  She’s had operations for those a few times, but now her arteries are just too hard.  So Bill’s sister Mary is looking for hospice for her, and we’re all hoping she lasts long…

First, let me say that I’m likely to be distracted over the next few days. My mother, who is ninety-two and has been in a nursing home in Florida for many years, was apparently taken to the hospital sometime Wednesday and is now very ill. This does not come as some kind of enormous shock. …