New Book-DeadMen Do Tell Tales

DeadMenDoTellTalesFINAL200x300_150DPIDEAD MEN DO TELL TALES  written by my evil twin Elaine Joyce is now  available on Smashwords, Amazon,com and Barnes and Noble

Here’s my blurb.
Mona Da Vinci. director of Da Vinci Funeral Home was looking forward to a quiet summer The biggest problem she expected to deal with was which shade of lipstick to use on a corpse. The last thing she expected was to deal with missing employee,murder,money,and drugs. And why does her handsome new employee keep saying he can talk to dead people. No one can do that, or can they?

Here’s a short excerpt I hope you enjoy it enough to want to read more.


Ok, what do you want to ask me?” Luke reached over to grab a cookie off the plate. “These are from the Bake Shop.” It was a statement not a question.

“Of course.”  My culinary expertise or lack thereof was a sore point, at least with me. I could cook enough so Tomas and I would not starve. Baking however was beyond my meager talents.

“So, what’s the problem? Your son getting into trouble with the baseball team?”

“I wish it was that simple,” I grabbed a cookie, “You may hear about it tomorrow. It’s Penny’s Dad, Sam Broward.”

“Isn’t he off on his camping trip? I ran into him at the hardware store last week. He said he had to replace his tackle box.”

“That’s just it. His buddy called and he hasn’t arrived yet.”

“So, maybe he decided to stop somewhere.”

“He was supposed to have left three days ago. Come on, you know Sam. Would he change plans and not let someone know?”

“Why are you telling me this? Penny should come in and file a missing persons report.”

“That’s what I told her but she wanted to wait and call the campsite in the morning. she’s hoping he will have arrived by then.”

“There’s nothing I can do, until a missing persons report is filed. You know that.”

Taking a deep breath, I finally voiced what I had been afraid to say, “Do you think something happened to him?”

“Mona Lisa. Do you want me to tell you the truth, or do you want me to lie?”

He always made me smile when he used my old nickname. He was the only one who still called me that. I looked at him over my coffee cup. “What do you think?”

“Most people Sam’s age are pretty set in their ways. It’s rare that they change their routine even a little.  But it does happen. “

“You know Sam. Would he change his plans, even a little and not tell anyone?”

He shook his head, “Probably not.”

Good at least he didn’t think I was totally crazy. “So, what are we going to do?”

“We are doing nothing. I’m the professional here.  I’ll check and see if they’ve been any John Does reported in the past few days. When you see Penny in the morning, tell her to come in and file a report.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No. Leave this to the professionals.”

I just hoped I wouldn’t be called on in a professional capacity when they finally found Sam.


Fathers Day

Spending the day with thought of my Dad. He wasn’t perfect, none of us are, but he was my Dad and he was good at that.
I remember him taking us out on Sundays so mom could have a few hours to herself.
Trying to keep live as normal as possible, even when my mom was dying from cancer.
Letting me make my own mistakes, and learning from them.
Two memories stand out though.
My wedding day, before we left for the ceremony he told me, I looked just like my mother.”
Years later, a friend was living with us and we came home to find him dead, he’d had a heart attack. After all was said and done I picked up the phone and even though it was about 10 o clock on the east coast ,I called my dad. When I told him what happened he asked if I was ok. I said yes but I needed to talk to my dad.”
I knew when I did things would be better. I could handle anything as long as he was around. And he always was there.

Unfortunately about 2 years ago we lost both him and my father in law within 6 months of each other. I like to picture them on the other side. Sitting there with a bottle of single malt and two glasses. Drinking and telling stories while checking up on us.
I like to think they like what they see. Happy Fathers Day to all the Fathers!

It really is a dry heat.

heatToday’s High Temp is supposed to be 105. Welcome to summer in Tucson, where triple digits are the norm rather than the exception. And yes, it really is a dry heat. This is a godsend for those of use with arthritis. However it is still hot, so be careful.
So, to all my friends back east, how have a survived living here for the past ten years?
Sun screen is my friend, with my lovely Irish complexion it’s a must. Sunglasses, good ones to protect your eyes. We were here a year and I went to get new glasses. I decided to get transition lenses, the ones that go from light to dark and back again. Made sense to me, after all I was now living in a place that was sunny most of the time. I discovered that they did not protect my baby blues no matter how dark they were I still needed extra protection. So now I get sunglasses that will protect my eyes, and a wide brimmed hat to protect my hair.
You learn to adjust your schedule, just as I did back east during winter. Once it gets close to triple digits, I do my walking at seven in the morning. Do any shopping , laundry, anything that requires me to be outside gets done by noon. Then I hibernate in the cool house with plenty of Iced Tea and Diet Dr. Pepper. And I write. Unless there is ball game on TV, but that’s for a different post.