This is looking from the back woods to my house.
Got several banana spiders... They about gone now for the winter. Webs are a work of art.
The cute little gray squirrels are domesticated... Love them!
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Back Home till Nov. 20
Got several banana spiders... They about gone now for the winter. Webs are a work of art.
The cute little gray squirrels are domesticated... Love them!
Daytona Beach, Florida
Doing the city and attending the Florida State Poetry Association annual convention at the Holiday Inn Ocean Front.
San Antonio, TX
San Antonio, Texas October 2010
Society of Educators and Scholars annual convention
Patricia Lieb: Reading poetry as a program presentation was beyond my wildest dream...
Hanging out and attending the Society of Educators and Scolars annual convention
Speakers relax and dine on the River Walk after programs on the last day of the events.
Left: Dr. Glenn R. Swentman, professor, author, poet" Patricia Lieb, author, journalist, poet; Richard A. Kruse, Ph.D, president, and Sonny Slitine, conference director of SES.
And Here Is How I Pack My Bags
I recently accepted an invitation to join Dr. Glenn R. Swetman in a reading for the Society of Educators and Scholars at its 2010 convention in San Antonio, Texas. A great opportunity for a writer, I’m sure.
Dr. Swetman, of Biloxi, Mississippi, and me of just north of Tampa, Florida, got together when we both changed planes in Memphis, Tennessee, for the duration of the trip across Mississippi Delta land, Louisiana, and Texas.
Sitting on the small jet and looking downward through the window as we passed over the black earth farm lands, bayous in swamplands, and desert sands, I thought about the wardrobe I’d packed and hoped it would be sufficient among this extinguished group of educators and scholars (Ph.D’s—hello!. I was a newspaper reporter for some 20-plus years, but—)
I thought about last night’s packing and it brought memories of how it used to be when my publishing partner Carol Schott and I produced the literary magazine PTERANODON and the PTERANODON chap books, and the prize poems series’. We would pack the night before our flight to which ever state in which ever city the NATIONAL FEDERATION OF STATE POETRY SOCIETY annual convention was being held. We did this for several years.
We would pack the night before our flight to New Mexico, Ohio, Texas, Florida, Alabama, Tennessee, North Dakota, etc—as we ALWAYS were included on programs held annually by the NFSPS. We also traveled as guest speakers to many state poetry society workshops, readings, and seminars and various university events.
So we packed surgically, minimizing our wardrobes so we could put BOOKS in the bulk of our bags.
BOOKS, they were our object. We were publishers and we needed to promote PTERANODON and all the fine authors we published. We needed to get our stuff out there and get it noticed. That was our goal.
So what to wear was the least of our concerns. There have been times we had to send out for a cleaner’s pickup, or go shopping—often visiting thrift shops for a quick outfit for an evening readings, sometimes for an unexpected “rap” session with famed American poets such as John Ciardi, or William Stafford, or Richard Eberhart. Sometime for just dancing in the convention center’s lounge.
The NFSPS convention was held in Orlando, Florida in 1981. In the prime of the Lieb-Schott publishing era, we were loaded with more books than you can imagine, but few articles of clothing. It became necessary to walk to a department store not far from our hotel. And would you believe, they charged a cover charge to enter? Yes!
I think we were mostly shopping for personal stuff, like hair ribbons, that day. After Carol "talked" with the store manager, she said she would return our $4.00 entrance fee when we left the store. I don’t remember if anybody bought anything, and I wondered if we appeared to the store lady -- perhaps scary. I do know we decided to find another place to shop after that.
But one thing for sure, any clothing we wore during the five-day events, were wrinkle free. Carol always had room in her suitcase for her iron. Regardless of the attire, you’d not find one crease in our wardrobes. Even garments from the thrift shop got ironed. Once, during a flight from Chicago to Tampa, our baggage somehow got put on a differ plane than the one we were on. Carol said, “I hope the other plane doesn’t lose our bags… But one thing for sure, I have my iron right here.” She patted her long cotton multi-colored carry bag.
So as I packed my bags last night, I crammed underwear between stacks of books; and tank tops in the suitcase corners, and I laid my skirts and slacks atop to protect the books. But unlike Carol, I don’t carry an iron.
Now, as I step up to present my reading I wonder: Am I wrinkled?
Society of Educators and Scholars annual convention
Patricia Lieb: Reading poetry as a program presentation was beyond my wildest dream...
Hanging out and attending the Society of Educators and Scolars annual convention
Speakers relax and dine on the River Walk after programs on the last day of the events.
Left: Dr. Glenn R. Swentman, professor, author, poet" Patricia Lieb, author, journalist, poet; Richard A. Kruse, Ph.D, president, and Sonny Slitine, conference director of SES.
And Here Is How I Pack My Bags
I recently accepted an invitation to join Dr. Glenn R. Swetman in a reading for the Society of Educators and Scholars at its 2010 convention in San Antonio, Texas. A great opportunity for a writer, I’m sure.
Dr. Swetman, of Biloxi, Mississippi, and me of just north of Tampa, Florida, got together when we both changed planes in Memphis, Tennessee, for the duration of the trip across Mississippi Delta land, Louisiana, and Texas.
Sitting on the small jet and looking downward through the window as we passed over the black earth farm lands, bayous in swamplands, and desert sands, I thought about the wardrobe I’d packed and hoped it would be sufficient among this extinguished group of educators and scholars (Ph.D’s—hello!. I was a newspaper reporter for some 20-plus years, but—)
I thought about last night’s packing and it brought memories of how it used to be when my publishing partner Carol Schott and I produced the literary magazine PTERANODON and the PTERANODON chap books, and the prize poems series’. We would pack the night before our flight to which ever state in which ever city the NATIONAL FEDERATION OF STATE POETRY SOCIETY annual convention was being held. We did this for several years.
We would pack the night before our flight to New Mexico, Ohio, Texas, Florida, Alabama, Tennessee, North Dakota, etc—as we ALWAYS were included on programs held annually by the NFSPS. We also traveled as guest speakers to many state poetry society workshops, readings, and seminars and various university events.
So we packed surgically, minimizing our wardrobes so we could put BOOKS in the bulk of our bags.
BOOKS, they were our object. We were publishers and we needed to promote PTERANODON and all the fine authors we published. We needed to get our stuff out there and get it noticed. That was our goal.
So what to wear was the least of our concerns. There have been times we had to send out for a cleaner’s pickup, or go shopping—often visiting thrift shops for a quick outfit for an evening readings, sometimes for an unexpected “rap” session with famed American poets such as John Ciardi, or William Stafford, or Richard Eberhart. Sometime for just dancing in the convention center’s lounge.
The NFSPS convention was held in Orlando, Florida in 1981. In the prime of the Lieb-Schott publishing era, we were loaded with more books than you can imagine, but few articles of clothing. It became necessary to walk to a department store not far from our hotel. And would you believe, they charged a cover charge to enter? Yes!
I think we were mostly shopping for personal stuff, like hair ribbons, that day. After Carol "talked" with the store manager, she said she would return our $4.00 entrance fee when we left the store. I don’t remember if anybody bought anything, and I wondered if we appeared to the store lady -- perhaps scary. I do know we decided to find another place to shop after that.
But one thing for sure, any clothing we wore during the five-day events, were wrinkle free. Carol always had room in her suitcase for her iron. Regardless of the attire, you’d not find one crease in our wardrobes. Even garments from the thrift shop got ironed. Once, during a flight from Chicago to Tampa, our baggage somehow got put on a differ plane than the one we were on. Carol said, “I hope the other plane doesn’t lose our bags… But one thing for sure, I have my iron right here.” She patted her long cotton multi-colored carry bag.
So as I packed my bags last night, I crammed underwear between stacks of books; and tank tops in the suitcase corners, and I laid my skirts and slacks atop to protect the books. But unlike Carol, I don’t carry an iron.
Now, as I step up to present my reading I wonder: Am I wrinkled?
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Monday, November 01, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
SAYING I LOVE YOU
poems by Patricia Lieb
Realeased by Asylett Press
Does anybody want an autographed copy of Saying I Love You; $20 includes postage... (Inside the U.S) Send me a message and your address... Take Care...
The book can also be ordered from any major bookstore or for lower costs go right to the publisher at: https://www.asylett.com/asylettzstore/
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Fictionwise
Asylett has closed its company due to family matters; however, the orginal version of MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND is still available in hard back from Xlibris Press.
MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND is in the top ten True Crime books on Fictionwise; and both MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND and BLUE EYES are in the top ten Asylett Press books on Fictionwise...
A good feeling! YEA!
Fictionwise link to BLUE EYES
Copies of my books are available in paperback from Asylett Press, Amazon, or most any book store.
MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND is in the top ten True Crime books on Fictionwise; and both MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND and BLUE EYES are in the top ten Asylett Press books on Fictionwise...
A good feeling! YEA!
Fictionwise link to BLUE EYES
Copies of my books are available in paperback from Asylett Press, Amazon, or most any book store.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Appearences
April 7, 1 p.m. - Guest seaker at the Meet The Author event at the Hernando County YMCA in the Community Center.
April 10, 5:30-to-8 p.m.- Book signing at the 2nd Annual Wine Tasting & Silent Auction event at The Wine Loft, Trinity Commons, Trinity, FL
April 10, 5:30-to-8 p.m.- Book signing at the 2nd Annual Wine Tasting & Silent Auction event at The Wine Loft, Trinity Commons, Trinity, FL
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Watch for my name and title of my true crime book on Discovery ID.. I Almost Got Away With It.
MUJRDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND is available from Xlibris Press.
Discovery ID Network; 135 in Tampa Bay area:
Feb 20, 11:00 am
(60 minutes) I (Almost) Got Away With It
Got the Wrong Four People Killed
TV-14 (DLSV), CC
Scott Burnside hires a hit man to kill a friend's wife. But when the hit goes wrong, and four people are found murdered, Burnside flees to a remote island. On the run, Scott is unable to adjust to his lonely life. His family ties tip the Feds.
Watch for my name --Patricia Lieb-- and my book MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND in the credits.
The story is in MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND; it is titled SHE'S AS GOOD AS DEAD.... The deal Scott Burnside made to the young hit man was to kill Joanne Sanders--Barrett goes to Joanne's house three different times before he kills the four men. I covered the case for the newspaper and also called in information about it to WTOG tv in St. Petersburg... There were four different trials... I covered Dorsey Sander's III trial (Joanne's son) and John Barrett's (the hit man)--what a scene in the courtroom when the judge sentenced Barrett to death.. His parents totally broke down (death sentence has since been overturned). I had already started working with another newspaper, though, when Scott was brought back from the Christmas Islands. However, I still read the depositions for his case. Long, long, long story! The program is going to air again tonight at 11 p.m.
Most of the still photos are mine... Yea!!!
Should be on other channels at other times.
MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND available from Xlibris.com
Discovery ID Network; 135 in Tampa Bay area:
Feb 20, 11:00 am
(60 minutes) I (Almost) Got Away With It
Got the Wrong Four People Killed
TV-14 (DLSV), CC
Scott Burnside hires a hit man to kill a friend's wife. But when the hit goes wrong, and four people are found murdered, Burnside flees to a remote island. On the run, Scott is unable to adjust to his lonely life. His family ties tip the Feds.
Watch for my name --Patricia Lieb-- and my book MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND in the credits.
The story is in MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND; it is titled SHE'S AS GOOD AS DEAD.... The deal Scott Burnside made to the young hit man was to kill Joanne Sanders--Barrett goes to Joanne's house three different times before he kills the four men. I covered the case for the newspaper and also called in information about it to WTOG tv in St. Petersburg... There were four different trials... I covered Dorsey Sander's III trial (Joanne's son) and John Barrett's (the hit man)--what a scene in the courtroom when the judge sentenced Barrett to death.. His parents totally broke down (death sentence has since been overturned). I had already started working with another newspaper, though, when Scott was brought back from the Christmas Islands. However, I still read the depositions for his case. Long, long, long story! The program is going to air again tonight at 11 p.m.
Most of the still photos are mine... Yea!!!
Should be on other channels at other times.
MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND available from Xlibris.com
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Myebook - ACROSS TEXAS FROM HOME
Myebook - ACROSS TEXAS FROM HOME
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Home from Mexico
Peanut says: Oh thank you thank you for the peanut. Don't go away again!
This morning I think that all the squirrels that live in the surrounding forest, especially the one I named Peanut, have come licky-de-split to my bedroom sliding door for breakfast. I hand-feed them peanuts. After I left my daily reporting job at a newspaper, a few years ago, it took a while to tame these wild little critters. But after one winter of being very patient and offering them peanuts, they got the idea that I was their friend for life. First, Peanut came to know me. He often came to my back patio door and then as more squirrels started visiting, he moved to the bedroom door to get away from his little too-playful friends and also the aggressive bums that pushed him out of line. So now Peanut has learned that when he gets chased off from one door, to he must high-tail it to the other.
While on our sea cruise to Mexico a young friend named Billy stayed at my house to dog-set for my best buddy Blacky.
I had forgotten to mention to Billy that Peanut comes regularly at mealtime and that if he doesn’t see a person coming toward him, he will scratch until he gets human attention. So, upon talking to Billy after returning from the cruise, Billy said quite sincerely, “When it was time to feed Blacky there was always a squirrel trying to get in… I waited for it to leave before I went out. I knew if it came in, I’d never get it out.”
“Oh, that’s Peanut,” I said. “He’s my pet squirrel.”
“Thanks for telling me,” he said.
On our sea voyage, the four in our group had a really awesome time. We sailed to Costa Maya, spend a wonderful fun-filled family day walking through the old section along the beach and then stopping under the palms and drinking Coronita beer and tequila shots. (We made it back to the ship on time!!!)
The next day we were in Cozumel and then back on board for another day of sunning, eating, walking and gambling at sea.
Of course, coming back into Tampa Bay was delightful though it was a bit cooler than the penetrating Mexican sunshine.
Regardless of the good vacation times with family, being back home is grand. Blacky barked at me for a while—telling me off and of everything that had gone on while I was gone. (He loves me so much.) Visited with my daughter already. Been to Yoga and have read most of my email.
Just fed Blacky… he gets special treats with his daily meal: chipped hotdog fried in sausage grease or chicken lives make him a happy dog.
Woops, Peanut is scratching at my door. I got ‘ta run……..
Monday, January 25, 2010
Costa Maya, Mexico
Architecture in old town Coata Maya
This canoe was build from a single log.
Spent the day in Costa Maya, Mexico, known for its jungles, beaches lagoons and Mayan ruins. We went to the older part of Costa Maya, which is a short shuttle ride from the more developed ship pier area. Walked and shopped then had Corona and tequila on the sand under the palms. Was a real party-time blast!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
My Yoga session ended today with these words
QUOTE FROM SRI NISARGADATTA MAHARAJ
Love says I am everything
Wisdom says I am nothing
Between them, life flows.
When I must break from writing to clean house
(I wonder if other writers experience this problem)
OK. I keep my house clean, for the most part. But things certainly get piled up when I am here alone for a few weeks at a time… For instance, mail stacks on my dining room table, dishes spend days in the dishwasher, blankets and pillows collect on the sofa in the television room and new and old newspapers, unlabeled CDs, manuscripts, books, boxes of photos and stack of photo albums including everything from family pictures to photos of criminals to those taken for lots of years at writers’ conferences and poetry conventions.
So, when I clean thoroughly, I usually misplace very important stuff like phone numbers, pass words, notebooks containing irreplaceable information and other scarps of paper that is so very important to my writings.
That’s why I don’t make a habit of straighting in my computer room until I think somebody might want to sleep over after a cookout or holiday dinner at my house.
So now with Thanksgiving just around the corner, yesterday was a cleaning day for me. Needless to say, my computer room comes last; it is on the to-clean list today.
But let me tell you what happened yesterday after I had mopped the tile floors in half the house and went outside to hose off windows and porches. OK. I started with spraying the window outside my computer room with the water running full blast. Forgot I had recently turned off the air conditioner and opened the windows... When I didn’t see the water boomaranging back at me, I realized what was happening.
I ran into the house to shut off the computer and unplug the surge protector but slipped on the drenched tiles, tripped over dampened newspapers, slipped and fell into the the closet’s sliding mirrored door. It crumbled to pieces. I just laid there in total shock staring up at the breakage as it slowly crackled, starting at the bottom and working to the top. But the pieces didn't fall.
After I gathered towels and tried to dry off the back of my computer, speakers, surge protector, too many wires for a wireless network, and turned my keyboard upside down to drain, I tried to start my computer, which had gone off without help—well, it did have held of the window-washer.
I thought and figured bills to see how I could afford another big-enough-to-work-on computer. Later yesterday, I tried one more time to start the old e-machine and would you believe, it came on.
I wasn't hurt except for a bump on the head (to match a bump I got on the other side of the head last time I cleaned) and a bit of a strained back. The YMCA where I workout doesn’t have a Hot Tub to lay back and relax in. But it does have a nice Back Extension machine that is so awesome. Yea!
But the real truth is: I should speak with my Muse before I clean house!
Friday, November 13, 2009
MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND, true crime published by Xlibris Press
New: Updated original cases with new cases-- 3rd edition:https://www.createspace.com/4491231Paperback available:
MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND
Billy Mansfield during his murder trial in Brooksville, Florida, listens but never
says a word.
Gary Mansfield, Billy Mansfield's brother, knew of the going'on at the family's home in Weeki Wachee Acres and of the burials that took place there.
Phyllis Spielmaker puffs her cigarette while listening to testimony during court
proceedings.
..... In the spring of 1981, while detectives were putting together a
case for the murder of Renee Saling in California, detectives in
Florida were doing some real digging. Actual digging. Information
had come out during trial proceedings in an unrelated Hernando
County case that bodies were buried at the mansfield homeplace.
......
As the investigation unfolded, witnesses in the case provided information so bizarre it seemed fictionl. How could the burying of human bodies in the Mansfield yard have been done so indifferently? It appeared the back yard being the gravesite for
young women was a shared bit of knowledge by quite a few folks in the area swampland. What did people think when they would hear of a girl's body being buried at the Mansfield place? What was going through their minds? After all, it wasn't like a team of detectives went out and uncovered bodies of murdered girls in
somebody's back yard everyday....
MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND
is available from asylett.com in ebook & and soft cover
MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND, 3RD EDITION ON Create Space; AMAZON
CONTENTS Introduction Cases included in MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND & names of convicted killers
1. The Story Of Billy Mansfield & Secrets Hidden In The Green Bus--Serial Killer Billy Mansfield
2. Gay Encounter Costs Priest His Life--William Howell Galvin
3. Torture Murder In The Swamp--Todd Mendyk & Philip Frantz
4. A Christmas Rabbit Hunt Became A Night Of Murder--Rick Shere & Bruce Demo
5. Shootout In Sumter County--Jeffrey Raymond McGuire & Traci Grosvenor
6. He Killed The Pretty Young Women--Serial Killer Oscar Ray Bolin
7. Murder To Be Popular--Patrici Keebler
8. A Gunman’s Intent: She’s As Good As Dead--John Barrett, Scott Burnside, & Dorssey Sanders III
9. Rumble At The Old Publix--Gang murder of Russell Coats in Brooksville, FL.
10. They Killed For A Hunk of Crack--Debra Russo & Daniel Gardner
11. Granny Killer On The Loose--Serial Killer Edwin Bernard "Mike" Kaprat
12. Killer Left Body For The Dogs--Ivan Morales
13. She Awakened To A Gunshot In The Night--Julie Leacock & Samuel Augusta Coppola
14. Killers Claim Rock Star & Bodyguard Fame--Clifford Jarvis & Brian Kipp
15. Couple On The Run: Caught With Gun In Her Panties--Melissa Herriss & Earl Linebaugh
16. She Listened To Kidnappers Plot Her Murder--Alfred Fennie, Pala Colbert & Michael Frazier
17. Mother & Daughters Dumped In The Bay--Serial Killer Oba Chandler
Cop Log I
Cop Log 2
Cop Log 3
Epilogue
NEW WITH 2012 UPDATES AND ADDITIONAL CASES AVAILABLE in paperback
MURDERS IN THE SWAMPLAND 3RD EDITION
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