Letters to the Medium, Introduction — Spirit workers live under the scrutiny of non-believers and those seeking to discredit them. Throughout history, skeptics and religious leaders vilified, tortured, and ostracized Mediums and their brethren for admitting they see and communicate with those who have passed on. It’s my mission to dispel myths and misconceptions around those…

Two boys get their revenge on the one who roped them into a crime they didn’t want to commit — The screech of metal on metal threw the occupants around the interior of the prison bus. Cries of injury and dismay echoed around the vehicle, quickly filling with gasoline fumes. Three injured guards got pulled from the bus. One row at a time, their colleagues freed the young men under…

Memories of Vietnam: Book 3 — We are all family, and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. I am a rescue medium and have been helping wayward spirits cross over to the other side for years. This was different. This time I was being asked to help heroes find peace with their military…

Memories of Vietnam: Book 1A — Helping the dead is easy, it’s the living that makes it difficult. Life as a rescue medium isn’t as glamorous as you might think. It’s not as difficult either, until the living get involved. I was asked to work with a group of Vietnam War veterans who needed help overcoming their memories and crossing over to the other side. One Marine, scarred…

She always thought his family was a little different — Smug, Lionel Winters watched his wife’s face carefully for signs of guilt. Long on suspicions, but short on proof, he wondered about her involvement in his death. Yet. Clarice’s eyes narrowed before filling with crocodile tears. Lip quivering, she nodded. “Yes, I would love to know how you made your…

Judge a man by the books he reads — Julia followed Winston through the front door and into the living room. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves stacked two deep, lined one wall. A fieldstone fireplace dominated the end of the room, cheery flames warmed the chilly evening. An overstuffed couch sat facing the flames, a small coffee table sitting atop the large…

He needed to feel desired. She wanted to feel sexy. They had to save their marriage. “Next stop, Miller’s Crossing.” The conductor’s nasally voice interrupted Maggie’s fourth run through the stones with Claire and Jamie. “Miller’s Crossing, next stop.” Maggie looked up in surprise at the conductor’s announcement. The time…