Star Child

My granddaughter, Serenity, was the reason I wrote my memoirs, “Class of ’67.” She would always ask me to tell her the stories from my childhood. Nagging me, let’s say. Continually. So I put them in a book and said, “Here – read them all.”

She did like the book. And liked the children’s books I wrote about the environment. Now that she’s older, she decided she wanted to read my spy novels, “The Secret Lives of Jessie Monroe.” Hmm, I thought. I cautioned my daughter Julie, her mom, that I wasn’t sure those were a good fit for my eleven-year-old granddaughter. People get killed, especially the young twins parents murdered before their eyes. Not good. Julie said Serenity loved the “Hunger Games” and all the “Harry Potter” books, even the later more grown-up releases. But shortly into the first book Serenity let me know, “Grandma … I don’t really like your spy novels. It doesn’t bother me when people get hurt and you know it’s fantasy. Yours seemed more real.”

It was what I’d expected, but still … I had an idea. It was mid-November but if I hurried, I could write a fantasy book and mail it to her for Christmas. So I started to think about a fantasy where Serenity would be in the middle of it and came up with “Star Child (A Serenity Book).” She said she likes fantasy, ferries, and magic.

Here’s the premise: “Serenity always thought she was a normal girl. But one night her parents disappear and a woman named Mathilda tells Serenity she is a Star Child. Serenity learns that an evil presence had taken her parents and Serenity is the only one that can save them. Mathilda gives Serenity a crash course in the Star Arts. Serenity meets others who help her in her journey: the Fairy People, the Constellations, and the porpoises. But in the end it is up to Serenity, alone, to go into the Dark Lord’s lair deep inside the earth and rescue her parents.”

To make it special, I used a photograph of Serenity and another little girl when we were at her cousin Rebecca’s wedding in Utah, up Parley’s Canyon surrounded by beautiful red rocks and a waterfall. The girls were in their white dresses, with bridal flowers in their hair. To me, they looked like little fairies … or star children.

The good news was I wrote it in under two weeks and had it published and into the mail with the proper customs forms before Thanksgiving. The last book I sent to her in the Canary Islands, Spain, got to her in ten days. That was good! On the other hand, her Aunt Kristin sent her a Christmas card that didn’t arrive until April. Shall we say mail service to the Canary Islands is very unpredictable.

Serenity didn’t receive her paperback by Christmas, nor by Three Kings Day. Maybe she’ll have it for her birthday late March. Thank goodness for Kindle … I think she’s been able to read it online by now.

Alias Juno Wolfe – Chapter 1 Teaser


I’m working on my next spy novel in the series, “The Secret Lives of Jessie Monroe.” The first book in the series was “Alias Juno Wolfe.” The second was “Who is Juno Wolfe?” And the third, “Alias Jada Foxx,” will be available soon.

(Available on Amazon and Kindle.)

Chapter 1: CELESTE

The sound of the diesel engines assured her that the 120-foot yacht was still traveling full speed towards their destination.
Since her rescue, her photo had been prominent in the press, touted as the new, attractive, and now well-accepted companion of Roberto Moreno, a wealthy Columbian businessman. It didn’t make a difference that Roberto already had a wife and two children in Colombia. He was happy to flaunt his new mistress, who was always seen by his side at various events and business meetings.
Celeste was someone the photographers were happy to photograph. Her beauty was obvious. She was tall, blond, and slim. With Celeste by his side, Roberto seemed much more at ease and assured in his power, although he had always been a strong and confident businessman.
There was a great deal of curiosity from the press about Celeste’s past, but it was something Roberto was unwilling to share with them.

Who is Celeste really? And what is her mission?

Who Is Juno Wolfe?

I just finished my new spy novel – the second in the series, “The Secret Lives of Jessie Monroe:” Who is Juno Wolfe? I’m super excited about this book. I’d love it if you read the first book in the series, “Alias Juno Wolfe,” and then this one, but you don’t need to: they stand alone.


My daughter Kristin was one of my proof-readers and said I need to get this one released ASAP. I started it a year ago, yet it predicts the recently breaking news occurring after the book was sent to the publisher: Russian hacking of our networks! And wait until you see what happens next! Kristin said it was an important book for people to read today.

It wasn’t originally meant to be a political novel, but I admit I have been worried about the trends I have been seeing in the U.S. I’m not talking about any specific president(s) (really I’m not), but more the trends towards Corporations taking over government (both parties) and the resulting negative effects. On the other hand, it’s also a fun spy novel so politics aside, I hope you enjoy it.

The book is set seven years in the future, where these negative trends have continued and America has degenerated. Like “Atlas Shrugged,” the book depicts a dystopian United States, updated and based on current events. Only our heroine can set them straight.

It’s both a warning about the future and an optimistic view of how things can be returned to the right course.

Let me know what you think! It’s on Amazon and you can get to it from

Sassy the Salmon

My first children’s book, “The Fable of the Farmer and the Fish,” was very well received, especially by parents and children concerned about the awesome California Delta and preserving it for future generations.

There was still another story I wanted to tell related to the California Delta, and that was the current plight of the native salmon species and what the State should be doing to reverse the current trend of over-exporting water from the Delta to the South and causing the salmon’s demise.
This story is about two little salmon, Sassy and Trip, as they go on their adventure, learning about their purpose in life. (A fun side-note – my granddaughter Serenity goes by the nickname “Sassy” and her little brother Sojourn’s nickname is “Trip,” the two little salmon in my story.)

Our story starts out as the little salmon hatch.

The mother salmon laid her eggs in the cool river water. She laid a hundred eggs in the nest and then, satisfied, she sighed and swam away. She had fulfilled her purpose.

In the spring, the tiny fish hatched.

“Hi. My name is Sassy,” said one little fish to the others. “What’s your name?” The brothers and sisters introduced themselves and began to swim around and play. One little fish was smaller than the others and two big boy fish were teasing him.

“Stop that,” Sassy told the two boy fish. “He’s our brother too.”


“Sorry,” they both said.

“What’s your name, little guy?” Sassy asked.

“Trip,” he said.

“You stick close to me. Let’s go have fun.”

“Sassy the Salmon” is a story of hope – hope for common sense to come to the forefront and hope for those in charge to start reversing the negative trends and restore the Delta to the healthy and clean river it should be.


My daughter, Kristin, talked me into illustrating this book. She picked water colors as the mode since, she said, it’s about water, after all. I hadn’t painted with water colors in years, but she found “how to” videos, went to art supply stores with me, and together we started. She encouraged me, saying she liked the art and so I continued.

For me, it was a project of hope and love.

Juno Wolfe

I finished “Doug’s Last Laugh”, but there was another story nagging at me.

I had this secret persona I’d thought about on and off. Yes, me – the good little Mormon girl from Utah had often thought through spy scenarios when falling asleep, to entertain myself. This one in particular kept coming back.

It was about two twins, Jessie and Jimmy Monroe. When they were small, they met their uncle for the first time and to their surprise, he looked exactly like their dad. (Uncle John and their father were twin brothers – identical). They didn’t know then why they’d never met Uncle John before, but it was because he was a spy for the CIA and not into family get-togethers. But they did finally meet once. As the twins leave the restaurant with their parents while Uncle John pays the bill, gunmen, mistaking their dad for Uncle John, mow their parents down in cold blood, right before the two small children. The trauma puts the young twins into a state of shock. Uncle John takes them in, but doesn’t know what to do with them. They survive by clinging together and speaking in a language only they can understand.

Uncle John brings in tutors, but all the twins are interested in is math and science – subjects with little or no interaction with the teachers. After many years of being isolated and home-schooled), Uncle John does find, finally, something they will leave the house for – martial arts.

So here you have this combination – extremely intelligent, technical twins highly trained in combat. Their uncle is a CIA spy. Hmmm. That seems like a good basis for a smart, tough female spy novel.

The first book in the series is Alias Juno Wolfe . The series is “The Secret Lives of Jessie Monroe.”

Here we find Jessie in her undercover operations as Celeste, companion of Roberto, a Columbian drug lord. Later, Jessie goes undercover as Juno Wolfe, a software security guru who identifies a plot to use delivery drones to attack the nation’s capital.

It was a lot of fun to write – I hope you like it.

If you do, please add to the Amazon Reviews . Thanks!

Doug’s Last Laugh

After I finished writing It Starts with an Idea, and then wrote down my memoirs for my grandchildren, “Class of ’67”, I had the writing bug.

There was a story I was wanting to tell about our best friend’s dad, Doug. Doug was like a father to me. When we moved from Utah to California, Doug always welcomed us into his home as if we were part of the family. I loved it, because my father had died years before and my mother died shortly after we moved to California and had our two babies. Even my mother’s second husband died shortly after she did, from a broken heart.

Doug was funny, witty, and always on-the-go. Some people thought his humor was over-the-top, but I loved his humor and him.

So, how should I tell the story? I thought of writing it as a non-fiction, like my prior two books. People were giving me great feedback on them, said they liked my writing style. But our friend was somewhat private about things. He’d worked on classified government projects with clearances and didn’t trust having a FaceBook page. When they decided to write a travel blog, they opted for WordPress instead of FaceBook so they could control the audience. So I didn’t feel comfortable writing about he and his family.

Instead, I decided to use the experiences I’d had with Doug and create a different person and family and wrote “Doug’s Last Laugh”.

Most of the activities did occur, but not always to the same family members. I made up a new family, put my friend and my husband in it as twin brothers, and voila – I became an actual member of the family, a daughter-in-law.

The ending is the true, special story of hiking to a tall, tall mountain in Montana to spread Doug’s ashes, to say goodbye to Doug, the man we all loved.

Class of ’67

“Mimi,” said my granddaughter, Serenity (she calls me Mimi), “tell me a story about when you were growing up.”

That was a constant request from our little Sassy (our nickname for Serenity).

I’d finished writing my book about my software start-up, It Starts with an Idea, and had learned how to use Amazon’s self-publishing website,, and thought to myself, “Instead of telling her stories all the time, I should write them down so she has them forever.”

I mean, I’m not getting any younger and you know what say, “Memory is the second thing to go.”
“What’s the first?” you ask.
“I forget.”

I started reflecting back on my childhood and growing up in Utah. As a young child, I lived in a very homogenous (aka white), Mormon neighborhood. All of the kids in my elementary school were white and Mormon, except Joanne who was Catholic and the kids teased her about that. That’s not exactly right. I had a good friend who was Japanese but in general, white and the same. Until junior high, that is.

Our junior high was right on the board of the East Side of Salt Lake (where we lived) and the West Side (across the tracks). Arriving at junior high was quite an eye-opener. I remembered one day we even had a rumble – quite “West Side Story”-ish. I wanted to do more than write stories, I wanted to create the atmosphere from that time. Growing up in the ’50s; the vibrancy, how we lived and played. So I wrote it more like a novel – starting out in the summer before I headed off to school at junior high the first time.

So my story starts out when I’m awoken from the drum beat of the South High Pep Club marching in the park near our house:

I awoke at 7 a.m. to the sound of the drums. Boom, ba-da boom, ba-da, boo-boo-boo-boom. It was the beat of the South High Pep Club, who would be practicing at Liberty Park every morning for the next two weeks. The park was very near to our house – close enough that the drum beat echoed through my bedroom’s open window.

“Argh,” I thought as I tried to pull the covers over my head. My sister Kathy, five years older than me and soon a senior at South High, would already be at the park, going through the routine with the other Pep Club girls. But for me, it was supposed to be a lazy summer morning, and I had planned to sleep in.

I would be starting junior high soon, and needed my sleep. We had only two weeks left until school started, and I hadn’t wanted to be woken up early.

Then I heard the pans crashing in the kitchen and knew Mom was making her oatmeal. She always ended up making a huge noise in the kitchen when she was trying to get her small oatmeal pan out from under the bigger pans for her early morning breakfast before going to work.

I dragged myself out of bed and padded into the kitchen.

“Really, Mom?” I asked. “Can’t someone sleep in around here?”

“Now that you’re up,” she said brightly, “make my coffee. OK? I need to get to work.”

Then what to name it. My first choice was “On South High!” the opening words from our high school song. But my husband and others who hadn’t attended South didn’t “get it.” So then I picked my high school graduating class, “Class of ’67”.


I used pictures from our yearbook and our school colors, blue and white on the cover.

As luck would have it, I published it shortly before our South High Class of ’67 had its 50th Reunion. Needless to say, it was a big hit at the reunion (I took extra copies). Even my sister’s friends bought it (and she was five years ahead of me in school). They all said how it reminded them of their school years and what a fun read it was.

On South High!

That was so exciting. I think I need to write more books!

“It Starts with an Idea” – Available on Amazon

“It Starts with an Idea” is finally published and available on Amazon – Click here.


Read about the adventure of a start-up in Silicon Valley. The book interlaces the story of the start-up Intelic (renamed “Azerity” in 2001) with stories from prior jobs, valuable lessons learned. The book reveals how Intelic created a dedicated and enthusiastic team – a team that worked hard and had fun – and a great product.

Almost Ready to Publish!

Now that we’ve finalized on a book title and sub-title that ties in, the final draft proof is on its way in the mail. The title and subtitle are: “It Starts with an Idea” – How a little software company competed against the big software gorillas by turning an idea into practical software.

FrontCover BackCover

Our friend, Pete, came up with the title, which was actually one of the early chapter titles. Since the book is about a start-up, it made sense to use that as the title. I like it.

One final review then it goes to Amazon to publish a print and Kindle version. Hope you like it!

Naming a Book is Hard

OK – No one likes either of my first two book name ideas: “Gorilla Warfare” (sounds like a story about combat if you don’t know how to spell, or an issue in the jungle with real gorillas if you do know how to spell) or “Practical Software” (sounds like a boring technical manual). People suggest that since it is such a fun read, it should have a title that draws people to read it other than just software geeks. Something catchy that would cause people to download it from Kindle.

The byline is “How a little company competed against the big software gorillas by building practical software” (that is working well), the book talks inside about competing with the big software gorillas, and so the cover has a gorilla on the front, little chimp (our company) on the back.

New suggestions currently are:

  • “It Starts with an Idea” – that’s actually one of the early chapter titles.
  • “Safari into the Software Jungle” – unless it’s too long.
  • “Software Safari” – if the above is too long. But the one above sounds more fun to me.