I am a seventy-three-year-old widow, mother of three, and a grandmother. I retired in 2009 from teaching at a vocational high school. I began my teaching career at fifty. Before becoming an educator, I worked as a technical writer on Trident submarines. Mystery stories have appealed to me since I was a teenager. My home is in a tiny town in Connecticut, where many of my stories take place. The series Policewoman with Angie Dickerson and Murder She Wrote was something I watched and still do. My son Jonathan calls me "murder, she hopes."
When I stroll around my neighborhood with my two dogs and observe something unexpected, I create an idea. Later I played with it until it develops into my first draft. My characters come to me when I am swimming or driving. I swim at a pool at the military base near my home. My husband was a retired Air Force medic, and my dad, a retired Navy chief. I've lived here for most of my life. Once a month, I meet for lunch with my classmates of over fifty-five years.
When my husband, William, was diagnosed with stage 2 pancreatic cancer, I would read my stories to him while he had chemo treatments. He would tell me what worked and what didn't. I miss that so much. My husband lost his battle with cancer in 2016, the day after our wedding anniversary. He promised me he would make our anniversary, and he never broke a promise. Dying in my arms and telling me not to cry. I promised him I would continue to write and publish my book. I never broke a promise to him either. I dedicated this book to my soulmate, William. I know he is with me every step of this journey.