I was born and raised in Southern California. My family traces back to the 1850s in Los Angeles, so my roots are definitely planted in California. Consequently, so are most of my stories.
I worked in both criminal and civil law enforcement for several years. With a few other jobs under my belt, and several years as a divorced, single parent, I have a fairly well-rounded life education. That's a polite way of saying life was tough, but I was tougher.
I've lived in California, Nevada, Oregon, Alaska, Arizona and now Washington, but most of my life was spent in California and Nevada. After thirty years of being divorced, I met and married my husband. All things seem to happen for a reason, and in their own time, even if we don't always understand what's going on while life leads us on our journey.
The life of a mystery writer took me by surprise. It wasn't planned.
Each of my mysteries contains a little humor, a little romance and A Little Murder! The Sandi Webster Mysteries and The Bogey Man Mysteries concentrate on the characters and solving the crimes rather than the crime itself, although there is a little drama.
I enjoy creating quirky characters and once in a while I find someone who touches my heart or my funny bone. Sandi has a very menopausal mother and a cantankerous aunt, Chris has a rather eccentric mother, and I can relate to all of them in one way or another. In They Call Me Ace you'll read about a set of older twins who thrive on driving each other nuts. I had a great time writing about a "lawsuit queen" in The Bogey Man. Choosing One Moment highlights an elderly, pipe-smoking woman named Mother Possum (named after an older woman in my life from long ago). I've added a few memorable dogs to liven things up even more. In the latest, "One Adventure Too Many," you'll see a better picture of Sandi's menopausal mother and her eccentric aunt.
I live in in Washington, where I enjoy both rain and sunshine, and I alternate between laughter and frustration over my two yellow Labrador retrievers and my daughter’s Chiweenie. If you've read Marley & Me by John Grogan, believe me, it's all true.