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"Sir, you have tasted two whole worms; you have hissed all my mystery lectures and been caught fighting a liar in the quad; you will leave by the next town drain."
-- W. A. Spooner

"It seems to me that good novels celebrate the mystery in ordinary life, and summing it all up in psychological terms strips the mystery away."
--Anne Tyler



I live in a little brick house in Hampton, Virginia, a stone’s throw from Hampton Roads Harbor, the body of water that joins the Chesapeake Bay and the James River to the Atlantic. It’s a pretty neighborhood where neighbors meet every day as they walk their dogs, and dogs keep up with local canine news by sniffing the fire hydrant on the corner.

I grew up in the hills of eastern Tennessee in a little village whose name, Mosheim, recalls our family’s German origins. Our last name was Bible, from the old country, Biebel. Weird fact: our zip code was 37818, which is BIBLE upside down. (Turn your head or your device upside down if you don’t believe me.)

I taught high school science for thirty years and retired with a head full of information that often creeps out in my stories. At one time or another I taught biology, chemistry, physics, earth science, physical science and oceanography.

I have one daughter, now grown, married, and living in Massachusetts. She’s an RN and her husband is a guitarist for a well-known metal band. In March of this year they gave me (well not really gave me, They still have her) the most beautiful granddaughter I've ever seen.

I live with my two Bichon Frises, Holly and Hamilton. When I got them from the rescue group, I learned that Holly had been debarked by her first owners. She can only squeak. Hamilton’s owner, seeing that Holly was being neglected, adopted her and, checking her papers, found that Holly was Hamilton’s mother! Before she died she asked that Holly and Hamilton not be separated. They really look after each other. When Holly, the little explorer, wants to come inside she comes to the back door and squeaks. I can’t hear her but Hammy can, so he barks for her, “Mama wants to come inside.”

I’m the luckiest of all possible people. To be able to write what I want to write, spend time with my friends when I want, and with the friends in my stories when I want. All this without having to starve in a garret.


Itchy Feet

My two latest books and the start of a new series, are based on two exciting recent trips to Egypt and to Turkey. I was fortunate enough to go to Egypt before the rebellion in 2011 and to enjoy a leisurely cruise on the Nile from Aswan to Luxor. We also spent a few days in Cairo so I got to browse the Egyptian Museum, though not nearly long enough. I want to go back as soon as I think things have sorted themselves out a bit. I found the Egyptian people delightful and friendly (Not including the hawkers and panhandlers with their hands ever out for baksheesh).

In Luxor, we spent one night in the Old Winter Palace, little changed since the days when Christie and Churchill stayed there. My favorite spot? Valley of the Kings.

In Istanbul, I’d been cautioned to act aloof and avoid eye contact. Baloney. Whenever I found myself standing on the sidewalk and looking lost, invariably a local would come up to me and say, in English, “Can I help you?” One guy even applauded me from across the street when I successfully followed his instructions and caught the tram going the right direction.

Istanbul at Night
Floor of the Nile Cruise Boat

My most recent adventure was to South Africa and Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe. It left me speechless.

Me and lion