Myri's Hands

From childhood Myri saw things other people didn’t see, like pulsating arcs of energy and spirits. Her dad had warned her. Best to keep such nonsense to herself. But in his last moments when he saw Ruby, a spirit, arrive to help him to the other side, he had smiled. After his death Myri’s life became stranger. Her hands often throbbed with heat. When she reached out for objects, they sometimes moved toward her. People noticed and looked at her quizzically. How could she explain? She didn’t know herself what was happening or why.

Jane Roop lives in Kennewick, Washington, home of the Kennewick Man, at the convergence of three rivers: the Columbia, the Snake, and the Yakima. She shares her life on an acre with two apricot trees, four apple trees, two cherry trees, three plum trees, one pear tree, one peach tree, a huge garden, spouse Joe of nearly fifty years, and one cat Bandit. Her biggest adventures include sailing from San Francisco to Hawaii on a fifty-one foot sailboat named The Sugar Bear and living in Paris, France for nearly two years. After retiring from her business as a securities broker, she's devoting more time to her writing passions which include fiction and poetry. She has one daughter and two grandsons. She received a BA in English from Washington State University in Pullman, Washington and an MBA from Merrymount College in Arlington, VA.