Cooking and my Kebab Kitchen Cozy Mystery Series
February 10, 2019
I love to cook, but I wasn’t born a good cook. It’s a skill that I’ve practiced and grown to enjoy. I also love all different types of cuisine—Mediterranean, Italian, Chinese, and a good American cheeseburger. My mother, on the other hand, was a talented cook. She could taste a dish, then replicate it without a recipe. My parents owned a restaurant for thirty years and food was an important part of our family. I’d often come home from school to the delicious aromas of simmering grape leaves, Read More
Top Ten Things to Know About Lucy Berberian – Amateur Sleuth of “Hummus and Homicide”
April 12, 2018
Lucy’s a recovering Philadelphia lawyer. After her job throws her a curve ball, she packs her bags and unwillingly returns home to her family and their restaurant Kebab Kitchen at the Jersey shore.
She can’t cook worth a damn. Everyone in her family can cook, and her mother is a talented chef. Lucy’s mom is trying to teach her, and it’s testing her mother’s patience as well as Lucy’s. We’ll see how it goes…
She has a weakness for tall, dark-haired men. One of the main reasons Read More
Cover Reveal for Hummus and Homicide
November 13, 2017
I love food. I enjoy all types of cuisine—especially ethnic. You can say it’s in my blood. My Armenian parents owned a restaurant for thirty years near the Jersey shore and I grew up rolling silverware as a child, then working as a waitress and hostess as a teenager. My tips helped pay for my prom gown. We also vacationed at the Jersey shore every summer, and I have wonderful memories of building sandcastles, boogie boarding, and riding the boardwalk Ferris wheel with my siblings.
It was natural Read More
Cleaning the Bookshelves and Other Mommy Guilt Inducing Activities
September 8, 2017
I admit that I’m a hoarder. Not clothes or kitchen gadgets or spontaneous yard sale purchases. But books. Specifically, novels. As a mystery and romance author, I love my books—all kinds—cozy mysteries, thrillers, legal suspense, romances, and even scholarly research tomes. So, when I asked my two young girls, to clean their own rooms, they turned to me and said, “Mommy, what about your office? It’s worse than our rooms.”
Uh oh. Can we say conflict? Guilt?
Yes, it’s true. Read More