Lydia’s Diary

Dear Diary,It has happened.The thing we all feared but no one dared to name.The lemonade stand turf war has begun. It started innocently enough. Sweet little Addie Mae set up her stand just outside...

Dear Diary,It’s the Fourth of July in Huckleberry Hollow, which can only mean one thing:Hot dogs.Patriotically themed potato salad.And utter devastation in the heart of my cat. The day began with all...

Dear Diary,Something beautiful—and deeply suspicious—has bloomed in Huckleberry Hollow. This morning, while walking Tiger (he insists), I took my usual shortcut through the community garden plot near...

Dear Diary,Today began, as so many good mysteries do, with an unmarked package and a quiet librarian trying not to panic. I had only popped into the Huckleberry Hollow Library to return a cookbook I...

Dear Diary,Let me preface this entry by saying I adore Huckleberry Hollow’s Spring Social. It’s one of my favorite events of the year: the lemonade flows freely, Molly bakes enough pie to feed a small...

Dear Diary,There’s something strange going on with the gloves in Huckleberry Hollow—and I’m not talking about Missy Simpson’s new line of rhinestone-studded gardening mittens (which are technically...

Dear Diary,Tonight, something stirred that hasn’t stirred in a while. And no, I don’t mean Tiger’s appetite for anything not shaped like a perfectly symmetrical tuna medallion. I mean something at the...

Dear Diary,Something suspicious is afoot. And not just the usual suspicious, like “Suzy Mae wore fur-lined boots in May again” or “Tiger knocked my antique ink pot into the ficus with no remorse.” No...