Everything in life has rules. Never stand while the vehicle is in motion. Do not tear the tags off a mattress. In San Francisco you’re not allowed to pile horse manure more than six feet high on... Read more »
Today’s my birthday—pretty special, even though I’m a few years past 30 (“few” is subjective, mind). So since it’s my birthday, and at the risk of sounding like Christoper Walken as The Continental (come on in), I’m... Read more »
I’m going to shock everyone, and admit something. Okay, deep breath. My name is Cindi Madsen and I’m a shoe addict. All right, that probably didn’t shock anyone who reads my blog, author bio, or follows me... Read more »
The reason I acquired Cindi Madsen’s All the Broken Pieces is a secret. I often say I am looking for books that are “high concept,” and a lot of authors tend to pull their hair out trying... Read more »