Excerpt from Lost Youth


The following is a short excerpt from my true crime story Lost Youth, due April 2015.

Whenever I did run into Colette, she had a huge smile across her face.  I remember red Kool-Aid stains in the corners of her mouth, which was not uncommon among the kids in her age group.  I saw her the most in that summer of 1981.  That she died so suddenly is something I now look back at often, trying to find answers that exist, but are elusive in nature. Some events in our lives simply have no sensibility.  They can twist one’s brain into a knot trying to search for reasons that simply don’t wish to be uncovered.

I look back at my high school years, and know that Colette wasn’t with us. I think about the 1984 World Series Champion Detroit Tigers, and know that Colette wasn’t with us.  I reminisce about when I was a teenager playing outside until 10 o’clock on hot summer evenings, and know Colette wasn’t with us. I contemplate today, and know that a 40-some-year old Colette isn’t with; at least not in a manner that makes sense to us as humans.  She is surely present spiritually, just on another plane or in another state. Death was not the end of Colette, but rather a new beginning for her; a beginning with no end. If ever there were an angel in Heaven, Colette the wings perfectly.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on where you are in life, time moves forward. It continues with no prejudice. It doesn’t care what we think or what we feel or do; it simply passes. It has no personality or mood, no feeling or emotion. Time doesn’t worry, cry, suffer loss or experience happiness; it simply continues forward, never back. Time is both a friend and an enemy. In either instance, it has its way with us every day.

As much as we wish Colette was still with us, it’s not our choice. I’ve found that life has certain unwritten rules; and one of them is that everybody dies. There are no exceptions. You, me, and them; we all will die. Babies die, middle-aged people die, and old folks die. Unfortunately, 13-year-olds die too. Death is much like time in that it carries no emotion prejudice.

Sometimes I’ve wondered if it’s fate, karma or pre-destiny. When death strikes the way it struck Colette, I tend to throw the pre-destined theory out the window. I feel that she died before her time. Human choice, or free will, caused her death. Had the murderer(s) decided not to kill on Devils night/ Halloween morning of 1981, Colette may well be here today. Of course I could be wrong, as theories are tossed aside every day. Is it fate or is it simply what is meant to be? None of us were able to foresee the events of October 31st 1981, and were unable to intervene.

No matter how it’s looked at or sliced, the tragedy struck. It was immediate and harsh. It left the people who were still here to deal with the aftermath. Is life fair? Unfair? Neither. It is life and we have to follow its rules

Attention from Hollywood?


Believe it or not (I personally find it astounding), a Producer in Los Angeles has expressed an interest in Amy Fraser and the Black Jacks series.

This producer contacted me and is impressed with Amy and her gritty attitude in both books. I am beyond thrilled, as I never knew my books were reaching such a wide audience.

Whether it turns out to be a serious inquiry or not, we’ll have to wait and see. Even if not, I’m very happy to get the attention for my books.

I’ll keep you updated as to the progress of said contact. In the meantime, work continues on my new true crime, Lost Youth.

Lost Youth is the true tale about Colette Molyneaux, a 13 year-old girl who was tragically murdered on Devil’s Night of 1981 in Waterford, Michigan.  It has been challenging and gut-wrenching, but we’re getting there.

Stay tuned….further updates coming soon!

Incarceration Nation


Don’t charge all these kids with felonies. They made mistakes. This is not life threatening. Hey Oakland County….back off a little. You don’t need to ruin these kid’s lives. Give them stern lectures and have them take educational courses. But felonies? That’s lifelong. Of course our lawmakers and prosecutor’s love throwing people in the money making prison corporations or on the draconian sex offender registry.

RELAX FOLKS! KIDS MAKE MISTAKES!!

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The FBI priority


Lately there has been a rash of celebrity leaks showing many stars in very private and compromising positions.  This has been the talk of news programs, talk shows and many other media outlets.

Some of the celebrities have come forward, steaming mad, and demanded action from the FBI.  While I feel kind of bad for said celebrities, they more than anybody should know better than taking nude photos on devices that can be hacked.

That brings me to my main point. The lawyers and reps of said stars, through assistance of the FBI, have successfully limited the spread of the leaks. That’s great, but why can’t the same action and effort be taken to remove child porn?

Children are being manipulated and exposed, against their wills, every day.  If Gabrielle Union is upset, I can accept it, but there are much more pressing needs than her topless pose for herself or whoever she is trying to impress.  I am much more concerned with these innocent children being used and ruined by a bunch of disgusting perverts.

I would like to see the FBI go after the makers and distributors of CP with as much gusto as the hackers that exposed Vanessa Hudgens private photos.  Besides, I think some of these stars do the nude thing by design to give their careers a boost.

The young children who are forced to partake in such debauchery have no choice. I wish the FBI, lawyers and anyone else involved would up the pressure on those sickos.

The trauma and mental damage that these kids endure is unthinkable. They grow up with severe PTSD, anxiety and other very damaging mental disorders. It makes me very sad and feeling helpless.

Do more FBI…Do more lawyers…do more everybody. Rid the world of the awful CP that pollutes and destroys.

Lost Youth; A True Story


Well, its going as well as can be expected. My brand new true crime story Lost Youth is definitely on schedule for an April 2015 release.

This work deals with a murder from October of 1981 in Waterford, Michigan.

The book is filled with facts, emotion, and case study.  Everything in the book is true… and may I say gut wrenching?

I used all public information,  documentation and interviews in compiling the dramatic story.

Of course there’s a long way to go, and a lot of work to do, but when it’s finished, it will be a masterpiece.

This is been the most difficult book I’ve ever written and has been emotionally very trying. You’ll see for yourself in April.

Now it’s back to work…..

We Suffer…..Together


I am a sufferer of anxiety and panic attacks. I am one of many millions in our country that suffers from this horrible affliction.

I know… its not cancer or Lou Gehrig’s disease or any other actual life threatening ailment, but it is one of the scariest things a person can feel.  Rapid heart beats, trouble breathing, dizziness, and many other symptoms accompany the panic attack.

If you’ve ever had a panic attack or anxiety attack, then you know exactly where I’m coming from. If you’ve never experienced such a thing, consider yourself lucky, and have patience with the sufferer.

I don’t understand why this has to be a part of my life, but it is, and I have been trying to deal with it for 25 years. Sometimes the simplest tasks are the hardest things in the world. Yet I keep trying.

I continue to travel around the state of Michigan doing my book shows, but for the people that take that for granted, it’s a challenge for me every single time. For me, it’s much more than just driving down the road and setting up my space; it’s a battle within my mind.

This does not make me any less of a person. As a matter of fact, I would like to think that it’s actually making me stronger. It’s hard for me to believe that sometimes, but I have to hang onto something.

I meditate, do breathing exercises, and pray. I also go to therapy every week. I’m doing what I can to try to help myself feel better.

For all the anxiety and panic sufferers in this world, try not to give up hope. As painful as it is, you can and will get through it… every time!

I would like to hear from you if you suffer the same maladies. It helps to get it out and talk about it.

I’m not ashamed of myself, nor do I beat myself up over having this affl
iction. I simply try to take one step at a time and move forward through this life.

Hang in there, as this is not indicative of our true personalities.