What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here? Summer, 1958. I was a thirteen-year-old geek with thick glasses, frizzy hair, a scruffy dog named Laddie, and two girlfriends who lived up the street. Our family lived in Wilmette, a suburb of Chicago. My father was a corporate attorney; my...
The Clutter House: Murder in the Heartland

The Clutter House: Murder in the Heartland

The Clutter House: Murder in the Heartland I can almost remember the scene – clear as Autumn in the Sierras, when in 1967 I purchased a book I’d been anxious to read in an airport bookstore, Truman Capote’s, In Cold Blood. I was in the spacious Pacific...
Peanut-Butter & Jelly Kid

Peanut-Butter & Jelly Kid

A few months ago, our writing group leader asked, “How many of you can pinpoint the moment you realized you had to tell your story?” One of the many pivotal moments I had while writing my book wasn’t the morning I read a newspaper article about a...
Hat Squad

Hat Squad

Hat Squad Camarillo, California. Summer,1990. John St. John and I had been working on a chapter for way too long. I suggested we have an iced tea break, but first, I had a question. “I looked through some of the photographs you gave me and wondered – what was...