Just Because You're Dead Doesn't Mean You're Gone

Sandy, a Texas psychotherapist and closet intuitive, has lost her mother: Scarlett O'Hara of the Texas Pineywoods. After years of conflict, Sandy is unapologetically grateful that their fiery relationship is over. But Wilma Foster has no intention of going quietly into that good night. Graveside at Wilma's memorial, an unknown woman in blue resurrects the last forty-seven shrouded years: the cruel father who loved alcohol and war more than he loved his wife or daughters, and his gritty clan where men drank and fought, and women prayed. Sandy and her only sister grew up like Miss Skeeter in The Help -- raised by the disdained others who were, in many ways, her true family. In their pioneering oil-and-gas, white-gloved East Texas culture, Sandy and her sister were fatherless daughters severed from their long-forgotten shadow life. Prodded by Wilma Foster's ghost, a collision of those two irreconcilable worlds becomes inevitable...and redemption unlikely.

A Native Texan from three months on, Sandy is a psychotherapist by trade -- and closet intuitive. She lives in Downtown San Antonio on the Riverwalk. This is her first book.