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February Interviews













2/5 Heather Weidner, Glitter, Glam, and Contraband
2/12 Rhys Bowen, Above The Bay of Angels
2/19 Elizabeth Penney, Hems & Homicide
2/26 Annette Dashofy, Under The Radar


Saturday Guest Bloggers:
2/1 Valerie Burns
2/8 Jeannette de Beauvoir
2/15 Kathryn Lane

WWK Bloggers: 2/22 Kait Carson, 1/28 & 1/29 Special Interviews with Agatha Nominees by Paula Gail Benson

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WWK is proud of our four Agatha nominees. Kaye George for Best Short Story--not her first time to be nominated, Connie Berry and Grace Topping for Best First Mystery Novel (wish they weren't having to compete against each other), and Annette Dashofy for Best Contemporary Novel--her fifth nomination!


Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:

Look for Kaye George and Margaret S. Hamilton's short stories in the new Mid-Century Murder by Darkhouse Books. Kaye's story is "Life and Death on the Road" and Margaret's story is titled "4BR/3.5BA Contemporary."


Kaye George's first novel in the Vintage Sweets mystery series, Revenge is Sweet, will be released on March 10th. Look for the interview here on March 11.


Grace Topping's second novel in Laura Bishop staging series, Staging Wars, will be released by Henery Press on April 28th. Look for the interview here on April 29th.


Don't miss Shari Randall's "The Queen of Christmas" available on at Amazon. Shari's holiday story for WWK was too long so she published it for our enjoyment. It's available for 99 cents or on Kindle Unlimited for free!


KM Rockwood's "The Society" and "To Die A Free Man; the Story of Joseph Bowers" are included in the BOULD Awards Anthology, which was released on November 19. KM won second place with a cash prize for "The Society." Congratulations, KM! Kaye George's "Meeting on the Funicular" is also in this anthology, which can be bought for 99 cents on Kindle until November 30.


Paula Gail Benson's story "Wisest, Swiftest, Kindest" appears in Love in the Lowcountry an anthology by the Lowcountry Romance Writers available 11/5 in e-book and print format on Amazon. The anthology includes fourteen stories all based in Charleston, South Carolina.


Kaye George's "Grist for the Mill" was published in A Murder of Crows anthology, edited by Sandra Murphy on October 9th.



Shari Randall will be writing again for St. Martin's, perhaps under a pseudonym. We look forward to reading Shari's Ice Cream Shop Mystery series debuting next year. Congratulations, Shari!

Susan Van Kirk's A Death At Tippett Pond was released on June 15th. Read E. B. Davis's interview with Susan.

Warren Bull's Abraham Lincoln: Seldom Told Stories was released. It is available at: GoRead: https://www.goread.com/book/abraham-lincoln-seldom-told-stories or at Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/ydaklx8p

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Sunday, October 15, 2017

Buckle Up: National Teen Driver Safety Week

By Julie Tollefson

Just after midnight on February 4, a Saturday, my husband’s phone rang. At first, he ignored it because he didn’t recognize the number. But then the caller tried again and again. On the third time, he picked up, and we stepped into that nightmare that every parent fears: Your teenager has been in a car accident. He’s being transported to Kansas University Hospital in Kansas City.

The details of that night are fuzzy, but moments stand out with stark clarity. During the 40-minute drive to the hospital, my husband called dispatch back to get more details. Jake was alert, they said. He’d fallen asleep and wrecked his car. Alcohol and drugs were not a factor. I called the hospital. Would they bring him to the ER? Is that where we should go? The ambulance hadn’t arrived yet, but the hospital would call me back as soon as it did. Somewhere between home and Kansas City, John told me Jake had hit a tree. Until that point, I guess I thought he’d driven off the road into a field or something. Maybe rolled the car. But those words, “hit a tree,” gut punched me.

At the ER, they wouldn’t let us see him immediately. He was undergoing tests—MRIs and X-rays and who knows what. The woman at the reception desk called back to let medical staff know that “the trauma patient’s parents are here.” “Trauma patient”—another punch to the gut. She hastened to assure me that the words meant nothing, just a name for the unit tending to him. But I work with words. Words have meaning. “Trauma” is not a word you want to hear used to describe your loved one.

When they did let us see him, he was in a neck brace (as a precaution—further tests revealed no spinal damage), his arms and legs bleeding from numerous cuts and abrasions, only one deep enough to require stitches. The accident had shattered the ulna in his left arm. Within about a two-inch span near his elbow, it had broken into nearly a dozen pieces. 

He was damned lucky.

Another moment that stands out from that night still brings tears to my eyes. One of the first things Jake said to us about the accident was, “Thank god it was only a tree.” That he’d hit a tree multiplied the horror for me, but for my child, who lay broken and in pain, it was something to be grateful for. He hadn’t hit another car. No one else had been hurt in the wreck.

When I think about that night now, I relive the fear and horror, now tempered with profound gratitude:

— For the seatbelt and airbags that saved my boy’s life

— For the engineers who designed a car to absorb and distribute the shock of violent crash

— For the Good Samaritans who watched over and comforted my child when I couldn’t (I didn’t get their names, but I am deeply indebted to the individuals who stopped to help Jake in the aftermath of the crash, one of whom sacrificed his own sweatshirt to wrap Jake’s feet, bare because he lost his shoes in the crash)

— For the doctors and nurses at KU Hospital who put him back together, especially Dr. Brubacher, an elbow specialist who just happened to be on call

— For the physical therapist who helped him regain full range of motion in his elbow

— For the miracle of a human body that can regrow and repair crushed bone. For months after the accident, the possibility of a bone graft to fix the shattered ulna was ever present. Then at five months, the x-rays showed the bones starting to repair themselves. At seven months, the surgeon declared his arm healed.

To say that he almost died would be overly dramatic, but he could have. Within a couple months of his accident, I read of two others in our area who died when they lost control of their cars and hit trees.

If there was one thing we consistently did right as parents it was to insist that the boyo always wear a seatbelt. When he was old enough to buckle himself in, we had a ritual. Before we started the car, one of us would ask, “Are you buckled and pulled tight?” Every time. As he grew older, he’d cut us off before we asked with a sarcastic “Yes, I am buckled, and I am pulled tight.” By the time he took the wheel himself, a buckled seatbelt was so routine he didn’t even think about it. He just did it.

This week, October 15–21, is National Teen Driver Safety Week. My message for this and every week is buckle up. Hug your kids. Tell ’em you love ’em. Insist that they wear seatbelts.

Every time.

8 comments:

E. B. Davis said...

Every parent's nightmare. I'm so glad I never have had to go through that--getting "THAT" phone call. After both my kids got out of college, I heaved a sigh. Then my son went to grad school near Atlanta--an eleven hour trip home--and I worried again. He moved, but he's still eight hours away. I know accidents can happen anywhere, but it is still worrisome. People drive too fast! And speed really does kill. Buckle up and don't text!

Margaret S. Hamilton said...

Agreed, every parent's nightmare. So happy he's recovered.

My son flew down our steep Atlanta driveway on his bike and wiped out on the curb. We hung his crushed bike helmet on the garage wall to remind all the kids to always wear a helmet. He was fine.

Jim Jackson said...

The call came in a little after 6pm at the office. The central number rings and whoever gets to it first picks up. I was standing talking with members of my team near their cubicles and one of them picked up and handed me the phone.

I was in my new job in Cincinnati. My ex-wife, daughter, and son had been in a car accident in New Jersey. Son had been medevacked to Robert Woods Johnson. Daughter and ex-wife were in the Princeton hospital.

A numbness and a clarity overtook me. I wrote down the information about hospitals, numbers to call, etc. and double-checked that I had it all correct. My associates stood in silence until I hung up the phone.

I calmly told them what I knew. Only after I completed that task and returned to my office did I start to shake all over.

~ Jim

Gloria Alden said...

My son Joey had two car accidents. One was when he hit a deer, the other was on a curve where numerous people have accidents. Both times he wasn't hurt, and this was before air bags.

The one call that I got that really scared me is when I was called and said my son John was hit by a train on his small trail motorcycle. They said he was okay, but my heart beat all the way to the place where he had crossed the tracks to a shopping mall. The front of his cycle was smashed and he was sitting in the backseat of a police car. Except for a large bruise on the inside of his upper left leg, he was okay, but worried about what his father would say about him wrecking his cycle. My husband had bought both of our young teenage boys one. I didn't approve, but since they would only be riding trails in the woods or through fields I didn't make too much of a fuss. The spot where the handlebars or whatever hit him on his upper inside leg is where the cancerous tumor appeared five or six years later.

Children are a blessing and a joy, but they also have us worrying about them, too. Believe me, with four children born in less than five years I have had lots of scares over the years.

Grace Topping said...

I'm so glad you son is okay. I received a similar call from my sister saying that my niece had hit a tree and was in the hospital. She told me to bring clothes for a funeral just in case. Fortunately, my niece survived, but she is now paralyzed from the waist down and is permanently in a wheelchair. We also feel thankful for everyone who saved her life.

Julie Tollefson said...

Elaine - Jake is planning to move a couple hours away next fall. I have a whole new batch of worries now!

Margaret - So fortunate that he was wearing a helmet! And a great reminder.

Julie Tollefson said...

Oh, Jim, how awful! I can't imagine how hard that was - to be hours away instead of minutes. I was at the office when my husband called to tell me his father had died. To this day, I don't remember the drive home.

Julie Tollefson said...

Gloria - joy and worry do indeed go hand in hand with raising kids, don't they? Fortunately, joy outweighs the worry most of the time.

Grace - I'm so sorry for your niece's accident. I know Jake's could have been a lot worse and our troubles are minor compared to what others have gone through.