Andrea Mulder-Slater

by Andrea Mulder-Slater I have a pretty terrific imagination, and by that I mean I can be a wee bit paranoid. It is this innate bent towards suspicion that recently drove me to convince my entire family that we were being followed while visiting a small town in The Netherlands. It all began when, while exiting a shoe store, I passed two smartly dressed men wandering through the narrow streets. I’m a visual person. I notice things. No more than 10 minutes later, I walked into a clothing shop to look at jackets. There again, were the men. The cheese shop, the bakery, the electronics store. The men. At first, I chalked it up to coincidence. But later, when I spotted them right beside my mother, my 4-year-old and I in the supermarket, I began to feel nervous. No, that’s not true. I FREAKED THE F*#K OUT. Me : Psssst . My mother (intrigued): What?! Me :  Don’t look now but I think those men are following us. Mom (believing me immediately): Okay, where are they? Me...

by Andrea Mulder-Slater Geoff and I were passing through the safe streets of a small town near the rural area where we live. That’s when it hit me. “If we lived in Los Angeles, we’d be dead by now.”  Geoff nodded at me from his position in the driver’s seat. He knew immediately what I was talking about. “Or we’d be kidnapped.” I continued, “Or someone would be plotting an invasion of our house. At the very least we’d have a dead body in the trunk.”  Geoff laughed. “If we lived in LA, I’d be the dead body in the trunk – and - I’d still be driving.” Here’s the thing. We’ve been watching a lot of back-to-back crime dramas on Netflix , the majority of which are set in LA. And, if our calculations are correct – going by the approximately 13,214 minutes of footage we’ve seen over the past several months – there are only 4 people still breathing in the city of angels... and two of them are buried alive. In North Hollywood. Another one bites the dust. Meanwhile,...