A LITTLE ABOUT ME....
I'll forego the cut-and-dried bio and just say that I've worked as a newspaper reporter and have sold articles, short stories and photos to various magazines, including Ladies' Home Journal, OfficePro, Employment Times, The Fiction Primer and Tacenda Magazine. My true crime book, A Picture Perfect Kid, was a 2004 EPPIE Award finalist and Murder at the Ice Cream Parlor, a cozy mystery novel I co-authored, was one of the finalists in the 2003 Treble Heart Books contest.
I worked for many years in health care (my "day job") and wrote in my spare time. Now, I'm retired and writing full time. I edit periodically for various publishers and also have individual clients. The editing helps me keep my perspective.
Above and beyond the writing and edting, I'm the mother of two wonderful children, David and Sarah. I also have two grandchildren, Andrea and Paul. I have a cat named Ted, who thinks he runs things around here. Of couse, he's right! I recently transplanted myself from Ohio to South Florida and am looking forward to a winter with no snow and ice.
I've loved to write since I was sixteen and pounded out my first short story on a portable typewriter my father bought me. Of course, his intent was that I use that typewriter for homework. Oh well. Define homework. I mean I was at home and I was working on a short story, right?
I've always been a mystery book fan but also liked the paranormal genre. I guess it is only natural that I would now combine the two in my novels Night of the Canid, Shadows in the Night, Night Watchers, Spirit Lake, Echoes of the Past and Slay Bells Ring.
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POEMS IN THE ATTIC
My great aunt Georgia was a poet. I didn't know this until one afternoon when I was rummaging through the treasures in my father's attic and happened across an old leather box. Inside that box were a collection of poems Aunt Georgia had written. As I read them I realized they were actually a chronicle of her life as a young woman. In rhyme she told about her mother and father--my great grandparents--her sisters (one of which was my grandmother), her first lover, her husband, Jim, and finally about an only son, lost all too soon.
I remember Aunt Georgia from my childhood as a small woman with a sweet smile and rosy cheeks. Sometimes when we would visit my grandmother's house for Sunday dinner, Georgia and Jim would join us. For some reason, they didn't often mix witht he rest of the family, so I guess it stands to reason that she never shared her poetry with them. But decades later she shared it with me in that dusty attic.
Georgia never got her poems published and I doubt she ever gave that a thought as she took pen in hand. But now those "poems in the attic" are my legacy and if I could talk to Aunt Georgia today, I would tell her how much they mean to me and how glad I am that she shared my love of writing.
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