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The Lure of the Séance

Once, decades ago, I attended a séance. The medium, Mrs. B, had since childhood spoken to people nobody else could see. In her eighties, she’d been a minister in the Spiritualist church for years. She was part of a long tradition. The American Spiritualist movement dates back to 1848, when the Fox sisters of upstate…


Leave Room for Cream?

My characters drink too much coffee. It’s noticeable. They make it, buy cups of it, discuss plot points over it. They consume it in mass quantities, to the point where one might think the author does the same. One would be correct. When I was a kid, I hated even the smell of coffee. The…


Long Road

The road to publication has never been easy for me. None of my manuscripts were eagerly awaited by the publishing industry. I’ve never been wooed by excited agents, nor have I experienced book auctions where editors try to top each other’s offers in an effort to win publishing rights. Each of my three published novels…


Finding Dimes

I was finding dimes again. This had happened once before, so I knew the drill. At first, it was nothing more than noticing loose change as I went about my day. It took a while to realize that by “change,” I meant dimes (never pennies, nickels, or quarters) and that there was always one single…