In finalizing this novel, We Killed Ichabod, I need to stay glued to my laptop.  Since the book has Sleepy hollow Boy pranks in it, some wag played a joke on me.  Doorbell rang as if the visitor from hell was at the door.

I will take my inspiration from wherever and whomever I can!


IMG_0599.JPGI began this book when eight years ago when Barrack Obama won the election and my son was twelve.  We would walk together in the Sleepy Hollow woods making up tales.

After many revisions the book morphed into a new book.  IT took on a new life.  Now, at long last, I am finished writing it.

I dedicate We Killed Ichabod to “Washington Irving who put our town on the map and to my son Malcolm who walked these woods with me.”