Monday, Monday

Valentine’s Day I watched several movies with three of my beautiful daughters, two stinky dogs and my mom.

One is the movie/documentary Dear Zachary.

You all should watch this.

All of you.

It’s hard. It’s sad. I woke up at 3:30 and couldn’t sleep because of what I’d watched.

I think it’s best to watch the show (free on Netflix) and then go to this website, so you can see the way the story, this terrible story, unfolds.

I hope you are changed forever.

Official website


When I was about ten or so, my cousin was murdered. Shot to death. She was in her early twenties.

I hope I never forget her funeral.

How my namesake (Aunt Carol) grieved in such a heartbroken way.

How I stood in the sun unable to speak–numb–and how, at a different graveside someone played Taps and my mother broke down.

How later, much later, a student of my mother’s turned out to be the killer’s cousin.


My newest book is a murder mystery.

I’ve always viewed this memory in a distant way because it was just so awful.

Now, maybe, I’ll be able to look at the horrible way people treat one another. But I will never understand any of it.






Filed under CLW, Kyra

3 responses to “Monday, Monday

  1. Carol, I don’t think I can watch this. I have so much hurt and misery in my life already. I’ll think about it.

  2. I watched this, on my own one night while I was folding laundry. Cam and the kids came home from swimming and I was crying. In bed instead of letting Cam watch it himself, I told him every single detail. Heartbreaking.


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