Why I chose to write about such a controversial subject?

After watching so many “Breaking News” reports about school shootings, I got to wondering what I would do if I was on public transport like a bus and saw a young boy acting strange, looking scared, and yet defiant. I imagined him  fiddling with his backpack in a weird manner, and then as he stood to get off at a stop near a high school, I saw a rifle barrel poking out from the bag’s flap.

In today’s world, one might just use a cell phone and call it in. In fact, that would probably be the smartest thing, but what if a person thought that it might take too long? Maybe a warning at the school would be best? Yet if the kid knew he’d been seen, would he start shooting right away?

Seriously… the more I got thinking about it, the more I knew it had to be the beginning of one of my  books. And so I wrote Special Agent Walker. In my story, Lori Page is an FBI profiler on her way to a job interview.

She deals with the situation…. in her own way.


Agent Walker drops his beloved goddaughter off at the same school where minutes later a shooter begins the devil’s work.

Lori Page, an FBI profiler, spots a boy on a bus who’s acting strange. When he disembarks, she notices what appears to be a rifle in his backpack. Suspicions triggered and her instincts screaming, she follows him into his school where all hell breaks loose.

Intrigued by the weird behavior of a mysterious beauty, Beau follows her into the school and they both find themselves at the same crime scene. He eventually pairs up with her to stop the coming violence.

After the first incident, these two are forced to work together to stop more of these bizarre school shootings.

Too bad…

Too late.


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Spring Gifts for Mom

I would like to take this time to wish all of the women who read this page a wonderful Mother’s Day this year. It’s a special time to watch over our offspring who are growing and trying to become good citizens. Like most older people, I often say that today’s world is not the one I grew up in. It’s harder now with so many changes that my head is on a constant swivel. Therefore, most of us love our families, pray they’re happy and healthy, and watch the progress constantly happening from the comfort of our old ways.

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Sweetest Potato Pie ever!!!

I found this recipe on the web and it seemed easy enough even for me to try :->

And it was.

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1 (1 pound) sweet potato, with skin

 1/2 cup butter, softened

1 cup white sugar

½ cup milk

2 large eggs

½ teaspoon ground cinnamon

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 (9-inch) unbaked pie crust


Place whole sweet potato in a pot and cover with water; bring to a boil. Boil until tender when pierced with a fork, 40 to 50 minutes.

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).

Remove the sweet potato from the pot and run it under cold water. Remove and discard skin.

Break sweet potato flesh apart and place in a bowl. Add butter and mix with an electric mixer until well combined. Add sugar, milk, eggs, nutmeg, cinnamon, and vanilla; beat on medium speed until the mixture is smooth. Pour filling into unbaked pie crust.

Bake in the preheated oven until a knife inserted in the center comes out clean, 55 to 60 minutes.

Remove from the oven and let cool before serving with a dollop of fresh whipped cream. Yummy!!!

Do you bother to talk to people anymore?

Yesterday, I was in the doctor’s office and as soon as I got a seat, I pulled out my phone and began checking my emails. Being a rather busy author, there’s always work I can do, so I began flipping through the new messages.

Suddenly, I realized there was an older woman (older than me so let’s say Methuselah 🙂 sitting next to me, and I could sense she was stressed and tense.

A wave of shame overcame me, and I knew that a few years earlier, I would have begun a conversation with her, made sure to leave her with a smile and a kind word. But with these new priorities, and certainly, since Covid, I’d shut myself off from that type of interaction… to my own detriment.

I quickly slipped my cell into my purse, turned, and grinned. I spoke as if we had been friends for years. “Darn things are a menace… right?”

She looked a bit shocked, then a bit shy, but answered, “Guess it’s the way of the world now.”

“Not a good way, “I admitted, shamefaced.

“No. It’s kinda lonely for those who don’t have one. Used to be able to chat with others when I came here.”

“I know what you mean.” I pointed out the window. “We have a lot to talk about today… look at that sunshine?”

Her face lit up, her smile crooked. “Isn’t that nice? I think spring might be right around the corner.”

We chatted for the next ten minutes about gardens, kids, summer… and not once did we run out of things to say. If the conversation stopped, I’d initiate another topic. Finally, her name was called, and she hustled so as not to keep the nurse waiting. But she smiled my way and that was enough. I knew she’d appreciated having someone to talk to.

I let my very active imagination loose and pictured her as a widow, living alone and seldom seeing others. It made me very glad that I had taken the time to be courteous. But suddenly I knew… I wasn’t being courteous.

Just human.

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