About the Author
My journey into writing was a very difficult one. Education in the inner city of Cleveland, Ohio in the 1950s was at iffy at best. Some kids got good teachers, but unfortunately, I was not one of them. When our family moved to a more upscale suburb of Cleveland, well, it didn’t improve much. English teachers would hold up my papers and use them as an example of what not to do. Instead of trying to guide and help me, they chose to ridicule me. The stories churning about in my mind slowly began to fade away.
Soon reality, and everything it held, silenced my stories. I married and had two daughters. Many years later, there was a divorce. A few years after that, I married and acquired three more daughters. During this second marriage, I became a police officer, and a year later I became a detective. My job was to investigate child and elder abuse, along with training police officers in how to deal with domestic violence. I spoke before the Ohio State Senate to bring about the reform of the domestic violence laws in Ohio. The ugliness associated with my investigations brought back my love of reading. It took me away from all the troubles the victims were going through – if even for an hour.
And then it happened. The stories that I had silence in my head were starting to resurface. The more I read, the more restless they became: I had to write.