Marilyn's Musings

            “No one who reads romance novels will believe a 28-year-old virgin.”             My critique partners were definite and unanimous. I needed to check my information.             A friend Jan has her doctorate in psychology. Her practice is mostly adult women. I called her.             “Have you ever heard of a 28-year-old virgin?” I asked.             Jan laughed, coughed a couple of times, then disclaimed. She could not talk about specific clients but, yes, she knew, not only one, but many women who were still virgins beyond age 28.             “Right now I have at least a dozen women clients between twenty-five and thirty years old, ...

by Sharon Ervin My private pilot’s license was brand new when a friend crashed in a forest in southeastern Oklahoma. Searchers on foot and horseback tracked the weak signal from the plane’s transponder to locate her. Critically injured, she died leaving a husband and three young daughters. Weeks later, a commercial pilot crashed a small plane, again into heavy woods. The transponder’s signal was weak, then gone. The search lasted days before the wreckage was located and the bodies of the pilot and our congressman’s two teenaged children recovered. Those incidents prompted much grief long before they stimulated book ideas. I wondered if tiny devices similar to those airplane transponders might be in our future. AFTERMATH, my eighth published novel, began there. Of course, such devices are now available in dog collars, children’s jewelry, and even implanted. Our heroine’s interest preceded that technology. In AFTERMATH, Anna Fulenweider, a gutsy newspaper reporter, was ...