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The Season of Sinking by Daphne Woolsoncroft: A haunting thriller about obsession, secrets, and the dangers lurking close to home

What if someone knew everything about you—but you had no idea they even existed? Daphne Woolsoncroft’s The Season of Sinking is the kind of psychological thriller that feeds on that unsettling possibility. Equal parts mystery, suspense, and creeping dread, this debut novel from the popular true crime podcaster transforms an idyllic lakeside town into a place where every glance feels suspicious and every memory hides something dangerous beneath the surface.

Set against the backdrop of a picturesque Washington community, The Season of Sinking follows Imogen Bly as she returns to her hometown of Lake Blair after her mother’s sudden death. Accompanied by her twin sister Amelia, Imogen expects a painful but straightforward task: sorting through their mother’s belongings and preparing the family home for sale. Instead, she finds herself confronted by old fears, strange occurrences, and the lingering sense that something has always been deeply wrong about the place she once called home.

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Domestic Violence, Memes, Memoir

I have a stalker

I don’t particularly enjoy airing my dirty laundry in public. But as I am often fond of saying, you can’t fix a hole in the floor by throwing a rug over it. Sometimes you have to expose a problem to deal with it. So, that’s why I’m here today, writing to you about my stalker.

You can't fix a hole in the floor by throwing a rug over it.
You can’t fix a hole in the floor by throwing a rug over it.

A few years ago, I made the mistake of dating someone who lived in the same apartment complex that I lived in. It was a relationship of convenience. I had no money to pay my heat bill, and his house was always warm. The guy was a good cook, and I like to eat. I had no cable, but he did. So, the long weekends spent getting used to not having my kids with me every other weekend while they were at their dad’s went a little bit faster. Besides, the whole thing really pissed my ex off, which was a huge plus. In fact, I probably would have broken it off with this dumbass a lot sooner than I did if my ex-husband had just minded his own business. Continue reading “I have a stalker” →