It was a summer day when Bridget, Erin, and I met for lunch. We were finally able to find time free of the stress of work, the busyness of life, and all the figurative noise that usually surrounded us when we tried to talk together. … Continue reading 63. “I Am with You”
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47. Jill
After our initial meeting with Jill, we learned that because of her psychic abilities, she has worked with the police on some prominent local cases and she also occasionally gives individual readings for people. Bridget and I had so many questions and were intrigued by … Continue reading 47. Jill
46. “What do you want me to know?”
"If Cheryll's family wasn't involved in her murder, then who did they think killed her?" I have been asked this question numerous times by readers of the blog and I have often wondered the same thing. I cannot imagine how maddening it would be to … Continue reading 46. “What do you want me to know?”
45. The Dream
This blog entry briefly describes the murder of a child. The content may be disturbing to some readers. Thursday On a dreary winter morning, I gently woke my daughter in preparation for a mid-morning dental appointment. "Mom,” she called out as she opened her eyes … Continue reading 45. The Dream
43. In Color
One of the most challenging parts of this endeavor is knowing how exactly to pursue getting Cheryll’s case file and corresponding with the police. Last summer, I wrote an open records request letter to the Kentucky State Police and that first request was denied due … Continue reading 43. In Color
42. October 19th
An open letter to a girl I have never met. Dear Cheryll, As the sun rises on October 19th, it shines its light on a new day and a new year. I have chosen to pen this letter without focusing on what was happening on … Continue reading 42. October 19th
41. The Phantom Car Versus The Sober Reality
Throughout my journey to learn about and tell Cheryll's story, small signs have manifested along the way, usually in the form of a cardinal, the timing of a message, an answered prayer, or an unexpected new door opening. I try not to overthink things and … Continue reading 41. The Phantom Car Versus The Sober Reality
37. Still More Tales
For many years, a neighborhood grocery store stood just down the highway from Rose Avenue where townspeople would shop for their groceries. Many locals remember the store fondly, having patronized the business because it was close to the little streets and neighborhoods in Highland Heights. … Continue reading 37. Still More Tales
36. A-L-I-V-E
This time settling into Moira's studio was easier. Much like our first visit with her, the day was sunny, the room was calm, she was inviting, and the mood of the room was peaceful. Meeting with her was like seeing a friend again and after … Continue reading 36. A-L-I-V-E
35. The Empath
As I worked to stomach all that Joe shared with me about the second suspect, I had questions, like usual. Knowing that, like the man on the porch, there was no physical evidence connecting the second suspect to the crime, I couldn't help but contemplate-- … Continue reading 35. The Empath
Gone in the Fog 