About the Author: I come from a humble background. My father was Irish and my mother was German. It was an odd mixture that lasted only 13 years. Our mother raised 3 children single-handed. She worked as a secretary for 45 years for the George A. Hormel Co., now known as Hormel Foods. My sister, brother and I went to Catholic School and had a good education. I am the baby in the family. My brother, Don, was a T.V. news Anchor and weather man. When he retired he opened a Game Store and called himself "The Game Warden"; my sister, Diana, was a model in New York City, and she married and had five children and about 9 grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren; my half sister, Lou Ann, lives in Blaine, Minnesota, and she has three children and five grandchildren. I married, Spero K. Davis in 1957, and we have four beautiful children and 6 beautiful grandchildren. In 1995, at the young age of 63, I had a heart attack and I died. I was revived by the Paramedics after about 12 minutes into my death and I came out of it with all my faculties. God bless and keep Paramedics safe everywhere. I believe I am still here for a reason, so I started writing. I write whatever pops into my head. I started with my Memoirs and onto this Novel. I have written, so far, 18 poems that just seem to flow out of my psyche, which I never thought I could do. I then wrote a short story, "Am I Dreaming", about a friend of Spero's who was in a plane crash. I have changed everyone's name and made it fiction. I have also written two children's stories, "Little Monty Visits Grandpa's Farm" and "Little Monty Makes a New Friend". I self-published the first one. The publisher is now out of business and I can't get any more copies. I also wrote an Essay on my "Theory of Religion" (The Meaning of Life). I'm still working on that one. Now I'm alone. My sweet, loving husband, Spero, is in a nursing home in Perry. He has Alzheimer's. It is so sad to see this intelligent man waist away to this state of nothingness. I hope I'm around for many more years to get everything down on paper that my psyche needs to dispense.
