Nappy was on his feet waving his arms and shouting. “Dead body!! Dead body!” while a terrified Sandy Pittman was screaming at the top of her lungs.

Derek ran to the end of the peer as Nappy slowly steered the boat in toward the shore. Dmitriy was on his stomach over the side holding tightly to a fishing pole as the line tugged and pulled. When...

I’ve seen large funerals before but the one for my sister Kathy Taylor Landly filled the church and spilled out onto the street.

My name is Helen Taylor Hanson and I’m here to tell Kathy’s story. I sat beside her three year old son William Harris and her husband Chief of Police Derek Landly in the front row of the church and tried to swallow...

Every woman knows when your man gives you flowers three days in a row, and buys expensive dinners at a top shelf restaurant they want something. So it was that on the third evening of Derek cooking sirloins and agreeing to watch a chick flick on television I knew something was afoot.

“What do you want that you need my permission for?” I asked as...