It’s no secret that I believe in ghosts.  Three of my books deal with the paranormal and Saved by Grace specifically explores the ghostly world.  It’s my family culture–we believe in, talk about, and celebrate the paranormal world.  My great-aunt Alice proclaimed proudly that she was a witch.  My grandmother, Iva, ghost hunted in her own low-tech way.  My family has always sat around late into the night, telling our own ghost stories, all of which we passionately believe to be true.  A few years ago, as I was locking up the house for the night, I saw in the reflection of a window a movement of some sort across my upstairs landing.  Not normally afraid of such things, I went to explore and found nothing.  As I prepared for bed, I was overcome with a wave of sadness and began crying.  Oh no, I thought to myself.  Early menopause.  My father called the next morning to tell me that my beloved Uncle David had suffered a stroke and was on life support.  Once family made it to him, life support was removed and his body was allowed to rest.  I believe that his spirit had visited me the previous night before it left this earth.  Now, fast forward to last week.  The weather was disgusting, I was exhausted from orienting at a new job, and all I wanted was to soak in my tub with my Kindle.  The glass shower cubicle next to my tub was making strange noises which I attributed to a trapped ladybug.  Without warning, the shower door opened wide.  As I mentioned, I am not normally afraid of things.  There was something about being in the presence of something paranormal while I soaked in my tub, though, that unnerved me.  It was a quick soak.  That experience aside, I love ghosts.  It’s such a confirmation that there is more to our existence than what we are currently experiencing.  Expect more paranormal books from me.  For me, it’s a celebration of life.