Fuchsia, Minnesota

Granny leads a secret life in the small, unique community of Fuschia, Minnesota. It's not just her all junk food diet, multiplying pets, or her shocking bedtime attire that makes Granny one in a million. No, Granny is an undercover cop, charged by "the Big Guy" (the town's police chief) of preventing theft in local stores. Granny takes her job seriously and daily foils many shoplifters using her trusty spiked umbrella and amazing acting skills. When some startlingly brazen burglaries begin to occur that Granny can't solve, along with mysteriously appearing bad guys, disappearing clerks, and misplaced Corvettes, Granny begins to wonder if she isn't ready for the wrinkle farm. Maybe, it's fortuitous when she accidentally-on-purpose falls in the lap of an attractive older gentleman who is soon roped into her wild adventures, as they try to figure out what's happening in their little town. As human beings, Julie feels we are always a work in progress. From birth to death we live, hurt, laugh, cry, feel, and with these emotions we grow as people, family members, and as friends. Julie is a dreamer and feels blessed to have the opportunity in her writing to pass those dreams on to others. Her motto is: You are never too old to dream.

Granny has a new addition to her arsenal of crime fighting weapons as Fuchsia, Minnesota's most colorful detective. Now, along with her famous crook-hooking umbrella, she's acquired a scoundrel-skewering knitting needle. And just in time! Residents of Fuchsia seem to be dropping dead like flies! First, it's Granny's neighbor Sally (who gives up the ghost in her weed-filled front yard), followed by Esmeralda Periwinkle (the squirrel lover on Main Street), and then, Mr. Nail, owner of the local hardware store (who is squashed when dozens of bags of fertilizer fall on top of him). Granny is baffled. Who is behind this murder spree?Granny enlists the help of her sort of boyfriend franklin Gatsby, the town's police chief Cornelius Stricknine (or "The Big Guy"), her reality-show loving neighbor Mavis, and her own son Thor. And, of course, the special assistance of her menagerie of pets -- including Mr. Bleaty, the goat. Soon Granny is hot on the trail of this dastardly murderer. Unfortunately, when Granny herself is poisoned, everyone insists that she cool her crime solving ways and stay indoors and out of harms way. Of course, that's never going to happen! Not when Granny knows all the secret passageways and tunnels that run underneath Fuchsia. Out she goes--and watch out, you evil doers! Granny will solve this mystery--you can bet your pink undies, she will! As human beings, Julie feels we are always a work in progress. From birth to death we live, hurt, laugh, cry, feel, and with these emotions we grow as people, family members, and as friends. Julie is a dreamer and feels blessed to have the opportunity in her writing to pass those dreams on to others. Her motto is: You are never too old to dream.

Granny may be retired as Fuchsia, Minnesota's one-woman undercover sleuth for the Fuchsia Police Department, but that doesn't mean she still doesn't need a trusty weapon. Her weapon of choice? A pink snow shovel. When Granny runs over a dead body with her snowmobile, she unwittingly sets off a chain of events that involves mislabeled corpses, empty graves, and stolen money-lots of it! Who's at the bottom of this years-old crime? Granny has an idea, but she has little time to investigate, when in just days she's scheduled to marry the love of her life, Franklin Gatsby, in a post-Christmas ceremony. So, Granny decides to enlist the help of her friends and neighbors. Add in Christmas Holiday excitement and the arrival of Granny's family, who are all there for her wedding, and mayhem ensues. Of course, Granny can always count on her many furry friends to provide her with moral support, but it's quite possible that Granny-that is, Hermiony Vidalia Criony Fiddlestadt-has a secret or two of her own, which may very well be revealed as Granny Snows A Sneak As human beings, Julie feels we are always a work in progress. From birth to death we live, hurt, laugh, cry, feel, and with these emotions we grow as people, family members, and as friends. Julie is a dreamer and feels blessed to have the opportunity in her writing to pass those dreams on to others. Her motto is: You are never too old to dream.

Granny has a new weapon––a pink pitchfork! And just in time! A trip to her old farm ends in Granny forking a dead body in her silo. When the body turns out to be Granny's long lost love Robert Blackford, Granny is flabbergasted. When her devious twin sister, Amelia, the very person who stole Robert from Granny many years ago, shows up searching for her long lost son, Granny reluctantly agrees to help her find him. Of course, Granny's fiancé, Franklin Gatsby, is concerned for Granny's welfare and doesn't like it when she goes out sleuthing––one of Granny's favorite activities. So, Franklin starts to follow Granny everywhere she goes to protect her. But Granny is determined to find out who killed her former boyfriend, so along with her gal pals and her menagerie of pets, she sets a trap and soon––GRANNY FORKS A FUGITIVE. As human beings, Julie feels we are always a work in progress. From birth to death we live, hurt, laugh, cry, feel, and with these emotions we grow as people, family members, and as friends. Julie is a dreamer and feels blessed to have the opportunity in her writing to pass those dreams on to others. Her motto is: You are never too old to dream.

Granny is at it again! When Granny accompanies her friend Mavis to the Next To The Last Resting Place nursing home to visit Mavis' sister, Beulah, both women are shocked to find the new resident dead. Granny, being the amateur detective she is, suspects foul play, and soon she and her entire family concoct a plan to investigate possible shady doings at the nursing home. Granny will enter the home incognito and attempt to determine how Beulah met her suspicious demise. All this happens while Granny's new husband Silas is entangled in his own dangerous mess. Someone has just blown up his house and Silas (a former detective) is out to discover the culprit, even as he worries about Granny's safety in the home. As more nursing home residents fall victim to a strange and sudden "memory loss virus," Granny engages the aid of her friends to get to the bottom of what turns out to be a very complex and complicated plot. As human beings, Julie feels we are always a work in progress. From birth to death we live, hurt, laugh, cry, feel, and with these emotions we grow as people, family members, and as friends. Julie is a dreamer and feels blessed to have the opportunity in her writing to pass those dreams on to others. Her motto is: You are never too old to dream.

Granny and her cohorts are at it again! When Granny and her neighbor Mavis, go water-skiing and discover a dead body, Granny's sleuthing instincts take over! She is determined to identify the corpse and find the killer. But wait! No sooner are Granny and her cohorts on the murderer's trail, then Mavis' husband George suddenly disappears! Could he be the killer's next victim? Or could he be the killer? When the gals take a side trip to the Mall of America, they find a man fell to his death on a climbing wall––and Mavis is certain she spots George nearby! What does it all mean? Will Granny get to the bottom of it, with the help of her entourage of buddies and pets? As human beings, Julie feels we are always a work in progress. From birth to death we live, hurt, laugh, cry, feel, and with these emotions we grow as people, family members, and as friends. Julie is a dreamer and feels blessed to have the opportunity in her writing to pass those dreams on to others. Her motto is: You are never too old to dream.