On Saturday morning, I was awakened by tornado sirens. Never a good thing. The watches and warnings generated by Hurricane Delta came in bands of intense storms over the next two days. I would say I’m glad it’s over, but it isn’t. Hurricane season runs through the first week of November.
Which brings me to Halloween.
I’m from New Orleans, just a Catholic school girl at heart, which means that I’ve seen a liberal mix of good and evil in the world. Sometimes it’s easy to confuse the two or see the dark more often than the light. Beware…
Don’t make assumptions.
I’m working on my new novel, Dead Children’s Playground, which will be on pre-order within the month. It’s a novel based on an urban legend, but to me, it’s more than that.
I lived in Rocket City for many years.
The playground is real. I’ve taken my children there to picnic or after school or sat by myself to read a book and have a cuppa before getting in line at the nearby middle school. It’s a quiet, pleasant place, usually cooler even on a hot Alabama day but…
Some say in the 1940s, some the 1960s, that bodies of abducted children were found at the park. Some people point to nearby children’s graves in Maple Hill cemetery as reason enough for the alleged paranormal activities.
I always wonder what really happened.