I’m The Grand­ma Moses of Mys­tery, and I’d like to tell you all about that. Maybe youpretty mom2 aren’t old enough to remem­ber the orig­i­nal Grand­ma Moses. In her sev­en­ties her fin­gers were too arthrit­ic to con­tin­ue the embroi­dery work she loved, so she began paint­ing. At eighty, she had her prim­i­tive paint­ings dis­played in major art muse­ums. A great many of her designs were placed on dish­es, curtains—all kinds of prod­ucts. She con­tin­ued paint­ing until she was one hun­dred one years old. So, since my first book was pub­lished by a small press the month before I turned eighty, I sort of adopt­ed her title.

I’m not at all famous, but I am in my eight­ies, and, since my moth­er lived to be one hun­dred three, I intend to con­tin­ue writ­ing for many more years. I’ve had short sto­ries and arti­cles pub­lished over the years. Hmm, sort of like the orig­i­nal Grand­ma and her embroi­dery? Now I self-pub­lish my books.

The years my hus­band and I sailed the Chesa­peake Bay and beyond inspired my mys­ter­ies for adults. My non-fic­tion was writ­ten with my father some years ago when he was about the age I am now. It’s his sto­ry of a hot-head­ed youth who went to Alas­ka to work one sum­mer for col­lege mon­ey, a sum­mer than turned into most of three years. My Young Adult ghost mys­tery was writ­ten espe­cial­ly for my grandchildren—and all teenagers, includ­ing those who were teenagers back in the 1940s. (The ghost comes from 1946.)

Every bio page should have pic­tures of the author. Here’s two more of mine.

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