Tuesday, December 11, 2018


Grab a hat and join me in celebrating the birth of another story! A bouncing baby cozy weighing in at approximately 25,000 words (so a "novella", not a full-length novel.) I've been working on this for about two years , and am really happy with how it all turned out. They say "write what you know" so I set the story in a cute little pink house on my street, only moved it to a different neighborhood where it is surrounded by abandoned homes. Isolation in a beach setting is critical to the plot. 

Here's a little bit about the book:

Monday, December 3, 2018


I'm happy to have my fellow To Fetch a Thief contributing authors stop by to talk about their favorite beach things. Today Heather Weidner is at the beach.

Favorite beach activity: I love walking on the beach in the early morning or the late afternoon. We take the Jack Russell Terriers with us. They love digging in the sand.

Favorite beach song: Anything by the Beach Boys

Favorite beach beverage: I like the fruity umbrella drinks.

Monday, November 26, 2018


I'm happy to have my fellow To Fetch a Thief contributing authors stop by to talk about their favorite beach things. Today Rosemary Shomaker is at the beach.

Hello, Jayne! As winter begins, it’s rather nice to think about the beach. My novella “This is Not a Dog Park” in To Fetch a Thief doesn’t involve a beach, but now I’m thinking of a sequel—“This is Not a Dog Beach”—since dogs, a beach, and out-of-control humans are endemic to dog beaches I heard about.

Favorite beach activity:  Hands down, my favorite beach activity is people-watching. The endless variety of beach visitors with their varied clothing, equipment, and activities keeps me entertained. I like to imagine where they are from and what their lives are like.

Monday, November 19, 2018


I'm happy to have my fellow To Fetch a Thief contributing authors stop by to talk about their favorite beach things. Today Teresa Inge is at the beach.

Favorite beach activity: Reading mysteries. 

Favorite beach song: “Somewhere on a Beach” and “California Girls”. 

Favorite beach beverage: Something cold.

Favorite beach read: any cozy mystery that is fun for the beach.

Favorite beach memory: going to the beach with my kids when they were little. 

Monday, November 12, 2018


I've invited my fellow To Fetch a Thief authors to share some of their favorite beach things. Today I'm featuring myself!  Here we go . . .

Favorite beach activity: Walking. Nothing better than a barefoot stroll along the shore,  waves sneaking up and tickling your feet and ankles. Birds squawking overhead. Kiddos building castles in the sand. Sunshine on your face and arms. It doesn't get any better than it.

Favorite beach song: Under the Boardwalk. “On a blanket with my baby, that’s where I’ll be!” ’Nuff said.

Favorite beach beverage: Cool, crisp, fruity Sangria!

Saturday, November 3, 2018

BEACH TALE: Daylight Savings is NOT for the Dogs

From left to right, Scout,
Jayne, Tiller
Anyone who follows me on Facebook knows we have two new puppies.  Since we got the first one (last May) I have been dreading Daylight Savings time change. Dogs don’t get it! Every morning for the past week my husband and I have discussed what is going to happen on November 4, when the dogs, who eat breakfast at 5 a.m. want to get up at 4 a.m. It is an insane concept that animals (and most people) do not get.
     I had researched the concept (hoping to gain some understanding of the whacky time adjustment) a few years ago and thought this would be a great time to share what I’d learned with my loyal blog readers.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018


<<note...this story was previously posted on this blog on Halloween, 2011, but it is one of my favorites so I'm dusting it off for a repost today!  For those of you who haven't read it yet, this is a TRUE ghost story from where we used to live, Newport, RI.>>

A 100 acre farm in Portsmouth, RI (currently the site of The Valley Inn, pictured on the left.)

Thomas Cornell, a farmer aged 46, had a lot of hungry mouths to feed.  He was the father of four sons from his first marriage, two children (with a third on the way) from his second marriage to Sarah, plus his widowed mother Rebecca, age 73.  All nine people lived under one very tiny roof.  And, while Thomas did all the work, Rebecca owned the farm and thus controlled things. 

There were rumors that not all was well on the Cornell farm.  Reports of elder abuse ran rampant through the small community.  Local legend has it that Rebecca had confided she felt sure she’d be “done away with” by year’s end.