In Pushover, the fifth in my Iris Thorne Mystery series, Iris’ ex-fiancé invites her to participate in a lucrative venture in the red-hot, emerging 1990’s Russian market where she quickly learns that every life has
They’re Playing Our Song
Each year when my husband and I celebrate our anniversary, we always dance to “our song.” Here’s how we found it. In the spring of 1999, my groom, Charlie, and I were planning our wedding,
This Book is Bound for…
Glory? I hope. Heartbreak? I’m steeled for it. Over the many years that I’ve been writing and publishing, I’ve experienced my share of both. My standalone novel, the book-of-my-heart, which I’ve labored over for a
That Girl and Me
That girl in the photo is me in 1970 at 16 years old. It pretty much sums up my attitude during my adolescence: wary, protective, and kind of ticked off. Don’t get me wrong. That
Where’d You Go, Nan Vining?
You may have noticed that most versions of my Nan Vining Mysteries are no longer for sale. The E-books are unavailable and many of the paper copies are in limited supply. This is temporary. Nan
Life Blooms. The Writing Life Too.
The world is somewhere within the Covid-19 pandemic. Yet springtime blooms and writers write. This writer (me) has at last finished the standalone semi-autobiographical novel that I’ve been laboring over for a few years. Strange
Still Writing…
In my last blog post, I wrote about the deeply personal standalone novel I’ve been working on for (cough) three years now. Well, folks, I’m still working on it. Several trusted friends and great readers,
Choosing Fiction to Tell the Truth
The book I’m working on now is different from anything I’ve written before. I’m taking a break from my Nan Vining series and writing a semi-autobiographical standalone novel about life with my mentally ill mom. In
Lying Blind Pub Day and PJs
Lying Blind (Nan Vining #6) is now on sale! This is my twelfth published book and publication day never gets old. My baby is released into the world at last. Of course, I hope that
Slow Down, It’s August
So I could do a whole lot better as a blogger. My last blog post was in 2015. Where does the time go? Writing books. Living life. In the photo above, I’m goofing around with
