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Bend Me, Shape Me

Somehow in the flurry of moving, I missed the fact that Judith Kirscht posted my guest post over at her blog about some of the real life street stories I experienced which inspired my suspense series.

Words paint pictures, evoke memories and move hearts.
It was late at night and summer when I used to walk the streets of Chicago near LaSalle and Hubbard. I was volunteering once a week with Emmaus Ministries then and accompanied by a staff person. Armed with business cards, we would make sure people without homes knew where they could go for a home cooked meal, clean clothes and conversation.
These are examples of the many reasons I chose to write about street people in my STREET STORIES suspense novels. Not to exploit them, or sensationalize homelessness, or advocate social change, but just to engender awareness. If we open our eyes and our ears…

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It’s ironic that I’ve had internet access every night on the road, but not that I’ve reached my new home, I have to use my phone to write a WordPress update. My apologies if this doesn’t look right. I’ll try to clean it up tomorrow when I can get to Mom’s computer. [Edited to add pictures]

Sophie gives Iowa a thumbs up. Or tail up. Me too.

Now Iowa knows how to create pet areas at rest stops. Paths for the people and tall grass for the dogs.

Sophie is so happy with the cool green grass and winds and sun that I feel mean making her get back in the car.

5:23 pm CST….Our new home and the next stage of my life. Can’t wait to see where I go from here.

Look, I found Liberace alive and transgender in my mom’s living room. Oh wait, I guess Mom just got home early from the casino. At least I know I’m not hallucinating from heat and exhaustion.