You may be wondering who I am. After all, it’s been a while since I’ve last posted. I assure you, at one time, you volunteered to receive my posts, which I sincerely appreciate. Perhaps it’s time to reintroduce myself.

Back in 2013, I published Folsom’s 93: The Lives and Crimes of Folsom Prison’s Executed Men; ten years later, I’m working on an extensive rewrite with a new press. My editor politely, but firmly encouraged me to start using Substack, so now I am politely (sans pressure) letting you all know where you can find my posts these days. It’s free to follow along and all of my posts are free to read; check out How I got here, which provides a more extensive update on what’s been happening.

About two months before my last post in May of 2020, I had completed a first draft of a young adult novel but the uncertainty of those early months of covid zapped my creativity. A month after my last post, I went back to school and 22 months later, earned my degree in criminal justice, a topic I’ve been studying for about fifteen years. I guess I was ready to make it official. (And you know, covid, with all of its well, now what should I do? glory.)

I’m also back in Colorado after a couple of years in NYC and it feels pretty darn good. The “kid” is now the Twenty-Five-Year-Old and The Husband is still The Husband–the ageless wonder (albeit new shoulders and knees).

Anyway, if you’d like to continue to get reacquainted, read about criminal justice issues (past and present), and stay posted on the rewrite of Folsom’s, head over to my Substack–I’d love to see you there. As always, thanks for the support over the years.

Oh, and this is Frida, currently curled up with her hippo.