Talent show, great grand, Peyton, Irish dancing, boys watching from the wings, cousins Angelina and Kay'Lee who served as the masters of ceremony.
Craft table, cousins busily making pillows.
Me looking on with envy at Mark's iPad--sister in the corner and granddaughter kibitzing. Mark also told me about being chased by a bear in Aspen Colorado while on a ride-along with my grandson Gregg. The bear was in the high school and Mark got between in and the way out.
Granddaughter Melissa, who pulled the whole reunion together and looks like she's falling apart. Her mom, Lisa, next to her.
Peyton doing her Irish dancing--she's really good!
My sis, Margie and her hubby, Piercy.
New found cousins, Will and Garrett, playing a game on a phone.
It’s not a cozy!
My recent book The Most Dangerous Species is set in
a 12-acre cat rescue sanctuary in a village much like the one where I live in
the mountains in Central California.
Cozies are a genre of mystery fiction that often include
cats, domestic murders, amateur sleuths, and sometimes recipes. The tone is often light and airy and the sex
and violence happen off screen. I like them just fine when I’m in that mood,
but those are not the books I write.
Police procedurals are more in my line. The Most Dangerous Species features
a hotshot sheriff’s homicide detective from Bakersfield and a prickly village
patrol officer. The backstory of cat rescue is one that I know well, having
been a co-founder of the local SPCA.
Over the space of years I helped set up spay/neuter clinics, trapped and
fostered litters of feral cats, wrote grants and set up a thrift store to help
fund our work.
Animal rescue work makes you hate people for the terrible
things they do to animals. All of tha…
Location as a Character
in a Novel Murderers and
thieves aren’t born bad. Their environment shapes their basic inherent
characteristics (genetically derived) into criminals. We are all products of
both nature and nurture. Accordingly, locations
are characters in all of our lives. I wanted to
show how sloppy practices can morph into criminal activities (embezzlement,
abuse of animals, perjury), and these “small” crimes can escalate into murder
in the right permissive environment. In She Didn’t Know Her Place, State U
provides the right environment for nurturing wrong-doing. This red-brick state
university was a sleepy place in the 1950s. Then the ambitions of a few to make
it more competitive led to shortcuts. The result is this college looks in good
shape on the surface, but the foundations of most building are badly cracked.
The buildings are often drafty because of poor maintenance. In other words, the
state college is a character in this mystery. It’s deceiving pretty front hides
Author Wesley Adamczyk’s Polish
language book, Kwiaty Polskie na Wygnaniu,
Rebis, Poland, 2015 (Polish “Flowers,” referring to children, in
Deportation) is a beautiful collection of children’s drawings, poems, letters
and remembrances of their homeland, Poland, right after their escape from the
Soviet Union’s slave labor camps and the Gulag from 1941/1942 and beyond. These sickly, malnourished, orphaned children
ranging from ages 5 or 6 and upward—younger ones mostly died during their
imprisonment and escape—could think only of the warmth and freedom of their
family life in their beloved Poland. It
was a freedom harshly disrupted by the Soviets when hundreds of thousands of Poles
were deported from Poland starting in 1940, like my mother and sister. The world needs to be reminded that it wasn’t
only the German Nazis who invaded Poland.
These children’s identity was clearly with Poland. Adamczyk himself was one of those children
who later lost his mother to illness in Tehran and …