So, about me

I am a former journalist who worked some of the country’s largest and best newspapers, including the New York Daily News, the Cleveland Plain Dealer, the Cherry Hill Courier Post and the Fresno Bee. I began my career as a sports writer covering golf and tennis for the Miami News and eventually joining the team covering the 1972 undefeated Miami Dolphins season. I was named Editor of the New York Daily News Tonight edition sports section and eventually became Sports Editor of the paper. I followed as Sports Editor of the Miami News, the Cleveland Plain Dealer and the Fresno Bee before moving into News. I briefly left the newspaper business and worked as a content editor for Netscape and ran my own consulting agency with clients that included Tendo Communications and McClatchy newspapers. I rejoined the newspaper industry as editor of an entertainment magazine for the Lafayette Daily Advertiser. From there I went to the Cape Cod Times as Managing Editor, before joining Gannett, Inc., the largest publisher of newspapers in the country, as Editor of the Muncie Star Press. I ended my 42-year career as Editor and General Manager of the Cherry Hill Courier Post.

“Tears in the Rain” was my first Noah Greene novel, and was 35 years in the making. The title is based on a line near the end of the movie “Blade Runner,” one of my favorite films. Noah’s fondness for movies is based on the my own love of cinema. “Tears in the Rain” didn’t take quite as long to write, and was followed by “Tears of God” and “My Grave Is Deep.” My most recent Noah Greene mystery, “No More Tomorrows” will be published by Moonshine Cove on October 7.

What turned me into an author you ask? (I know you were wondering.) Well, I spent my formative years on a farm. No, we weren’t farmers. My dad was a city boy from Birmingham, Alabama. He was an artist, but when he moved back to my mother’s home state—Ohio—he thought he wanted something simpler, a more laid back way of life. So, we bought a farmhouse in the tiny hard-scrabble town of Harrisburg, just off Rt. 62, a cousin to the famed Rt. 66. There wasn’t much for a six-year-old to do, given as we were surrounded by corn and wheat fields as far as the eye could see. I was too young to walk alone Rt. 62 to the homes of any of my classmates, most of whom lived several miles away. Not that I had many classmates. I attended grade school in a four-room schoolhouse. Two grades to each room. My graduating 8^th grade class had 11 students. Anyway, other than watching TV, I didn’t have much to occupy my time. So, my father, who loved to read, handed me a book about a horse in the Arabian desert. The name of the novel is lost to the winds of time, but I pinpoint that book as what made me fall in love with reading. When I went off to college at Kent State—yes, I was there when four students were killed by the National Guard, covering it for the school newspaper—I studied journalism, given that my fear of heights pretty much, um, wrecked my original plan to fly jets for the Air Force. Throughout my time as a journalist I wanted to write—not just read—books. And so I have. Four of them so far. I’m hopeful, if you read them, you enjoy the journey as much as I have with the books that I’ve loved over the years. Oh, I currently live in South Carolina (again, I know you were wondering), where it’s never cold and it never, ever snows. Mostly.