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On the Anniversary of Melissa’s Death

Recently I received congratulations from a high school friend who had learned of my forthcoming book, The Clay Remembers. She said she was looking forward to reading it, but that it was very hard for her to read stories that dealt with domestic violence. It’s no wonder. Her beautiful daughter, Melissa, was the worst kind of victim of domestic violence–the kind we hear about on the news. I remember learning that her daughter had been murdered–twenty years ago today, to be exact. It was a sobering moment for me to recognize how fragile our lives and the lives of our children are. Continue reading

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Is Romance Devolving?—50 Shades vs. No One Puts Baby in a Corner | Kristen Lamb’s Blog

You have to read what Kristen Lamb has to say about the book, the movie, the cultural phenomenon it has become, and how it could (will?) affect the way women and men see themselves and their relationships from this time … Continue reading

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Part 3: Domestic Violence

My forthcoming novel, The Clay Remembers, deals with the subject of domestic violence: When archaeologist Anna Robinson’s husband becomes increasingly violent in his effort to keep her under his control and isolated, she runs away to the Southwestern desert where she … Continue reading

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Caught in the Wringer

For as long as Maggie Jean could remember, her parents had fought. From time to time, some one of the children had tried to break it up, but they always fought with a single-minded vengeance. In fact, when Maggie Jean was first at home alone with them, she had vowed to do her best to stop it. Where everyone else failed, she would succeed. So when they fought, she tried to come between them, trying to protect them from one another. All she managed to do was to get beaten up in the process. Finally, after she had been bruised and battered herself, with hardly any notice taken, she understood that they really didn’t care if she got hurt, that hurting each other was more important. She finally gave up. So she ran—to get away from it and not see it or hear it. If she came back and found them both dead, she wouldn’t be surprised and she wasn’t even sure she would care. Continue reading

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