Ya'll know I love reading, right? LOVE it. And I *adore* books. Holding books. Sniffing books. I may've even cuddled a book before. In our house, we regard books like fine china. Carefully placed on a special shelf in a particular way, there for anxious hands and adoring eyes. Yes, yes, come look at them. …
Continue reading Blindfolds and Weiner Jokes: First Ever BOOK LAB.
6:15 pm. "Why'd you want to come back here?" Mom asked, sipping her wine. I laughed. She wasn't being rude. She was right. A few weeks back, a male ghost ran past this very spot, causing me some verbal unladylikeness after a very uncomfortable night. Freakiest house vibe to date. Absolute certainty of icky spirits. …
Continue reading UPDATE: Watch Your Back, Case in San Marcos, Texas
10:15pm "You look shell shocked." That's what my husband said when I shuffled in, half-fell on the couch, and stared at the wall. "Dahling?" he cocked his head. Just give me a minute, my hand said. A local mom reached out to me last week. Something was troubling their family and could I please come …
My first experience with an icky spirit happened in elementary school. It was middle-of-the-night dark, and I was too scared to breathe let alone run to my parent's bed. You can read about that here. I take it very seriously when parents say their kids are scared. Especially when the kid has never been scared …
Continue reading Monster In His Closet: Case in San Marcos, Texas
1. I'm not a Doctor. 2. I'm not a psychologist. 3. I'm no expert of ANY kind. (well, maybe Beatle trivia.) Everything I write, assume, and state regarding God, ghosts, angels, the paranormal or metaphysical, is a DIRECT result of my own personal experience. I promised never to embellish, to write exactly how it was, …
Continue reading Watched In Her Sleep: Case in New Braunfels, Texas
Last week, I sat on the chaise beneath my Beatle painting talking to my friend, Michelle. It was pretty late. We were both tired. I nursed a beer, her a glass of wine. Kids ran around screaming to our mutual irritation, while our husbands attempted to assemble furniture in the next room. I wouldn't've said …
Math always gave me anxiety. Like, big time. I wish some adult, at least ONE, had assured me it was okay not to be great at math. I didn't bloody care what time trains met if one left at 10 pm from Atlanta, and the other at 3:16 from Chicago. Like, seriously, who cares. But …
“Be still, Roland. Don’t move.” His mother spoke low. Roland pulled his energy in, trying to not be enticing in any way. But it didn’t work. “Dear God, no.” She trembled as the men circled her son. One, wearing a red coat, spoke strange, garbled words they couldn’t understand, then raised a giant axe. “Noooooo!” …
Continue reading Flash Fiction: Roland, the Unused Christmas Tree.
Now you've seen my official MINDER book trailer, I'll safely confess I attempted making my own video before Matthew Niemann saved me. My poor little effort was doomed from the start. I was on day 4 of the flu. We're talking FOUR days of hallucination fever. Hot sweats. Cold sweats. Debilitating fatigue. I could barely …
I'm sorry if this makes you barf. I can't think of any sane reason to write about roaches (on purpose) UNLESS it's a treatise asking God why they're here in abundance. With superpowers. Making everyone cringe. I mean, seriously. Want world peace? Throw a bunch of flying roaches in a small room at the UN. …
Jennifer Kabay 