Author Archives: Angela Parmer Costa

Notes to My Sister If I’m Ever on 20/20 or Dateline

Over the years I’ve watched thousands of murder mystery shows. I write murder mysteries, so you could call it research. Dateline, 48 hours, 20/20, Snapped—I watch them the way a Wall Street trader watches a hot stock. If I should ever be so unlucky as to end up on one of these episodes as a […]

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Forget Waterboarding

Forget waterboarding, if you want to torture me, put me in the grocery store and make me open those plastic produce bags. Those bags, or as I like to refer to them—Satan sacks—are almost impossible to open. I know I’m not the only one who has experienced this. I see those telltale wads of disappointment […]

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The Art of Falling

They say pride goeth before a fall, in my experience, it’s the feet. The pride goes later when you realize you had an audience. I don’t just fall; I have a flair for the dramatic. Luckily, I’ve never broken anything—knock on wood, or maybe more appropriately, my rubber bones. Oh, I’ve sprained a few things […]

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