The Sneaky Freaky begins in 1966, in the fishing town of Sneads Ferry, North Carolina. Naomi's husband is fighting in Vietnam. The sight of Courthouse Bay, Camp Lejeune, from her window reminds her every day of that fact. The reality of the war is everywhere. It's on the nightly news, it's in the movies, it's in the music, and all Naomi wants to do is get away from it all. A magic cat, omens, the stars and dreams figure into a big dose of reality for a woman caught in the hippie era.
Thallasophile - lover of the ocean. That's me. I have a strong affinity for that entity and express those feelings through my writing--my books. They may span many genres but are all connected to the place I call home. Genres published: historical fiction, literary, murder, essays--they all are set on Topsail Island where I grew up. It is my way of perserving this wonderful place and the people with whom I share my life. The first book in the Murder by the Sea series is WATERLOGGED. Don Belkin is a former Marine, now a detective with the Surf City Police Dept. He's a conflicted man, to say the least, as he struggles to accept his past and find solace in the small beach town. Bitterness runs deep between the locals who have populated the area for generations and the "new" folks who think they've found paradise. Oh, Topsail Island may be the perfect tourist attraction, but in the summer it's just plain MURDER. (there are 5 more books in the series)
Women waited for their men during the Vietnam war. Well, some did and some didn't. Naomi wants to, but life has something else in store for her.It has something to do with another product of the turbulent 60s. Can anyone guess?
The Sneak Freaky
Dearest Roy, the other night we had a horrible thunderstorm. There wasn’t a star in the sky, but I do look up every night and look for Cassiopeia and Ursa Major. I’m learning right along with you and I find it funny that we’re learning the constellations while you are on a ship named Constellation. Well, the lightning was popping everywhere during the storm and that doggone cat from next door (Mr. Bolton says its name is Pitickity) was meowing its head off. I swear, I just don’t understand why those people next door don’t feed that poor thing. And its eye, you know the one, well, it’s just spooky as all get out. Maybe I’ll get a pair of eyeglasses, frost one over and go as that cat for Halloween at the church. I know it’s just for kids but Vickie Smalley is taking her kids and asked me to tag along. I’ll let you know how it turns out.