Betsy Ashton

For the next month I will be heads down editing a manuscript to send to my publisher. If you've never been in my shoes, er, chair, er, sitting on my ball at my desk, you might not know what death throes of editing  means. It starts with a complete read of the...

I recently spoke to a local book club about writing my Mad Max series of mysteries. Their questions were so astute that I wanted to answer some of them here. Hang on. Why did you set Uncharted Territory in post-Katrina Mississippi?  Max is entering uncharted territory...

Every year on February 15, I run this poem somewhere. It might be on FB, on Wattpad, here on my blog. Why? Because on February 15, 2004, my dear mother passed away after a short illness. Her small-cell lung cancer was swift and painful. The hospice nurses and doctors...

Last week I wrote about the conundrum I faced growing up. I loved my dear grandmother, but as I came to adulthood, I realized how she didn't like anyone who wasn't white. No other way to say it. She didn't like minorities. And she didn't like me having minority...