My Books

Sea-Devil: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 1
Sea-Devil: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 1

You never get over your first about your first murder? When a man is murdered in her bookstore the night before her grand opening, island newcomer, Delilah Duffy, makes a name for herself as prime suspect. If Delilah Duffy hopes to create a life on the island, she must navigate through a vicious family feud, shoddy police work and the mistakes of her past. Will Delilah uncover the truth before her past and her present destroy her?

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Luna-Sea: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 2
Luna-Sea: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 2

We're all just one pain away from lunacy. A seaside inn. An elegant party. A black dress. What could go wrong? For Delilah Duffy, just about anything. With her bookstore failing, the last thing she needs is a party or another mystery to solve. With nightmares, anxiety, and panic intensifying, Delilah doesn’t know what’s real and what’s in her head. With everything at risk, Delilah discovers what’s worse… becoming a lunatic or facing one.

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Sea-Crossed: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 3
Sea-Crossed: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 3

Some secrets are kept to be kind. Torture, pain, misery - that’s all someone else wants for her. When a dinner party turns deadly, Sam goes missing, and Delilah realizes she's being watched, the “book queen with a thing for crime scenes” must battle to get her life and love back. Can love and determination save them or will dark secrets ruin her chances for a normal life? With mysterious messages taunting her and a killer eluding her, what lines will she cross to get to the truth?

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Pyra-Sea: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 4
Pyra-Sea: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 4

Everything can change in seconds. Bookstore manager and crime-solver, Delilah Duffy knows that better than anyone. When her Happily Ever After Valentine’s Day Bash ends in fiery destruction, everything she’s worked for burns with it. Pregnant and brokenhearted, Delilah fans the flames of her anger toward what she’s good at: solving crimes. Hot on the trail of an arsonist while her nemesis is on hers, Delilah fights to get her life back. Will she turn ash to treasure before the pyromaniac strikes

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My Vella Story

Water World
Water World

After a tough move with his Mom and sister from his beloved country home, Ethan isn't adjusting well to city life. In trying to escape his problems in this world, he opens another, dropping him and his sister, Abby, into Water World. This trip is no vacation, not with legendary monsters and deadly sea creatures to battle. But teaming up to help the merpeople through their home-related crisis might help Ethan and Abby navigate theirs, if they survive long enough to make it home.

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  • Jessica Sherry

Composting the Mosting... or IDK. It's About Compost

So, sometimes, my fam has an idea…

And I’m like, really? *Insert unconvinced, scrunchy-face

Then, the idea arrives, and they set it up, and we find a good home for it. And I see it, imagining the good that could come from it…

And, I’m like, really? *Again, with the face.

Still, we’re doing this. Now, we’re those people. We’re composters. Yikes.

Joe and Abby researched, purchased, and set up a composting bin in the backyard. They also bought a countertop bin for our kitchen scraps. We're in this family adventure for about... oh, maths... $135. If all goes well, not a bad investment since we've easily dished out around sixty bucks on cheap garden soil this year.

We are officially making our own dirt.

Admittedly, it’s not much of a stretch. Since the pandemic, we homebodies have naturally gravitated toward more at-home projects, crafts, cooking, and, yes, gardening. We’ve had pretty good success with cherry tomatoes this year, and I keep us supplied with basil and rosemary, because, duh, I use them for everything.

While I’ve always kept a small, raised garden for herbs and some veggies, my teenage daughter Abby’s interest blossomed last year when she took Horticulture at school (you know, before the world as we know it crashed into oblivion). Since, she has kept a small, but respectable garden, where she’s grown delicious lettuces and radishes. While her squash and cucumbers weren’t successful—those fickle jerks!—we are now eating lovely green, red, and purple peppers from her garden most evenings. Yums.

Here's a pic of one of her perfect purple peppers... Say that ten times fast.

Perfect Purple Pepper

So, now we have a composting bin.

Compost Bin

Filling the bin has been easy. Abby has dutifully provided us a list of do’s and don’ts. We’re saving our peels, grounds, eggshells, and other organics like good, little composters in hopes of having nutrient-rich soil for our gardens to raise our success rates.

We wanna be able to grow anything in that jank—beefsteak tomatoes, yellow squash, magic beanstalks, cabbage patch kids, little garden gnomes, ANYTHING.

Besides, making the most of what you have, reusing and recycling, creating something out of nothing—it's truly badass. Like, seriously. It's in my DNA, too. Mom saved everything and gardened and sewed and clothed an entire troop of Boy Scouts on thrift store finds (Boy Scout stuff is hella-expensive). After college, I was a teacher, so I naturally made the most of everything I could because that’s what teachers do. Then, as a preschool director, I learned a hundred different ways to use cardboard toilet paper holders and paper bags. And now, I’m spatchcocking the hell out of chickens, eating them for dinner, using the carcass for homemade stock, and the remaining onion, celery, and carrots for… hello… compost. The efficiency and productivity of it really tickles my fancy.

Remember Airplane? McCrosky says, “Johnny, what can you make of this?”

“This? Well, I can make a hat; I can make a brooch; I can make a pterodactyl."

While making our own dirt excites me, I fear the possible downsides.

The neighborhood pack of coyotes (yes, they're really a thing here) will catch the scent of our plans and prowl our bin like it’s filled with meat-a-licious coyote treats.

Or we'll be overrun with maggots and flies.

Or squirrels will use it as an exercise wheel… actually, that’d be hilarious. I hope that happens.

Or IDK… we'll end up with a bin full of smelly, steaming sludge that’s struck by lightning and morphs into a gigantic mud-monster terrorizing the neighborhood (and everyone knows exactly which house it came from—egads).

In the few days since we started, we’ve seen a small increase in fly activity, but nothing else.


Here are links to the composting bin, starter materials, and countertop collection can that we are using, should you want to embark on this adventure, too. I bow to you, brave soul. BTW: I’m not getting paid to advertise these products. I have no clue yet how well they’ll work. This is a family experiment, plain and simple.

And, as our composting adventure continues, I’ll post updates on our progress or… you’ll see the mud-monster on the news. Either way, you’ll know.

UPDATE: Two weeks in... One side of our bin is full and percolating its dirty ooziness. The other side is filling fast. We did see some maggots, but apparently that's okay, and bug activity has decreased overall. No coyotes. No acrobatic squirrels, damn it. No mud-monsters... but TOMORROW'S HALLOWEEN, so...

Share your composting tips, tricks, and horror stories below, and Happy Composting!