**¨* ♥ ☆╰☆╮ l was brought up in a rich and colorful environment well aware of my mother's Ouija board sessions; candles, lit and flickering in the dead of the night; and the Tarot card spreads that foretold fortunes gained, fortunes lost - and death's approach.
☆ I spent my youth in New Orleans' French Quarter frequenting tealeaf readings and fortune telling sessions and have always had an intense awareness and respect for all elements swirling in the smoke and blueness of the other side of the grave.
☆ My very first supernatural experience occurred when I was seven years old. Left alone one morning to wait for the school bus after my parents left for work, I was suddenly aware that the apparition of my deceased grandfather was roaming the house, accompanied by a spirit dog.
☆ Time stood still - literally; although I have always held on to the awareness of a ticking clock during this sighting - Tick . . . Tock . . . Tick . . . Tock. This supernatural experience brought my to the realization that not all occurrences can be explained in terms of mainstream religious dogma, or on a scientific basis.
☆ In 1986 I moved into a cottage in Seattle's Greenlake district. A haunted cottage. Kitchen cupboards would creak open and then slowly close, the old brass doorknobs would rattle and turn in the dead of the night, she tells her readers:
☆ My boundless curiosity led me to a 1907 newspaper archive that confirmed what I suspected - the cottage had been built on an abandoned cemetery. It was the experiences that I had during this 13-year period that led me to finally reveal to the public that forces from beyond the grave had crossed into my life from time to time.
☆ Currently I am writing a novella, set in 1850s New Orleans. The work, entitled 'Voodoo Vision' is about a Catholic ingénue, Victoria Calais, living in the Crescent City's Garden District. Victoria is going blind, the result of a Yellow Fever epidemic, which has wiped out nearly everyone in her family.
☆ Battling her terror of the dark and strange occurrences that are taunting her, Victoria is removed from her family's estate to a convent where, under otherwise unlikely circumstances, she meets Widow Paris, New Orleans' Voodoo Queen. Their extraordinary relationship is fostered by the Afro-Catholic influences of an unscrupulous parish priest hell-bent on siphoning Victoria's estate.
☆ Caribbean drumbeats and dark forces surround the reader as Victoria's plight is played out in a carriage-race finish through the streets of New Orleans.