Harry S. Truman once said: “There is nothing new in the world, except the history you do not know.” That was certainly the case with a major enigma in my life, my mother-in-law. (I know what you’re thinking…go ahead, insert mother-in-law jokes here). What I discovered about her, and the circumstances under which I learned it, are responsible for the historical mystery series I write today.
Joan was a school librarian and an avid reader. Books were one of the ways she and I connected with each other when moments grew awkward, especially in the early years of our relationship (she was a stoic Yankee, and I am definitely not). In the summer of 2005—she had been my mom-in-law for fifteen years by then—she suffered a devastating head injury and slipped into a coma. I would read to her in the rehab hospital, though I had no idea if she could hear me or not.