Marilyn's Musings

What success I have as a novelist has come about because I’m known to write Gothic mysteries. And please don’t get me wrong – I like writing them. And I like reading them. I like suspense and ghosts and supernatural events and cold, drafty English estates and heroines on the edge and all the elements that make up the category. But, I had a story nagging at me: I kept thinking of it as a love-letter to the senior generation and to all the people who made/make up that group. Background:  I was born and raised in South Philadelphia and grew up listening to the parents and grandparents and neighbors tell endless stories about how they “came to America” and what they did to survive and how serious they were about how to be good citizens. On hot summer evenings, after dinner, after the dishes were washed and dried and the kitchen straightened, neighbors would gather outside on their porches and on the steps and then the stories would begin. About their day, their work, w