Thursday, January 4, 2018

Starting a Blog. No, Really I Am

Wecome! When my spiffy new website was completed in the summer, and the designer had sent me instructions,  I planned to blog regularly. I did. Really. I used to be part of two group blogs, both of them now ended, and often guest blog when I have a new book out.  I both missed the process and felt I was losing an opportunity to connect.

Life interfered, as life will, but here at the start of a new year, I am back to good intentions.  My goal is to have a new post twice a month. There will be pieces on writing, both the process and the life;  mysteries, both my own and others; other reading, of course   and whatever observations (interesting, I hope) I have to make on life in Brooklyn, life in New York, life in senior years, life in its lovely, surprising and bewildering process. No politics, no complaining, no animals and no (ok, very little)  family chatter.  Please be forgiving if it looks a little odd at times. I'm still learning how to use it.

And please come read,  enjoy and comment.        

 Sometimes I might repost an old blog if it seems relevant. And today is one of those days! New York is having a rare, turn-off-the-city blizzard. There is a white sky, heavy winds, hours of snow falling, everyone  trying to stay indoors.   And I happen to have an old piece called “Snow Day.” It reveals I am not a native New Yorker, too. 

I hope you enjoy reading it, whether you are looking out at snow falling or sitting in sunshine. 

Snow Day

It’s Friday, January 3, 2014 here in New York and we were hit by a big snowstorm last night. And I want to say “Hooray!” That would not be a popular point of view here today, but there’s nothing I can do about it. One of my earliest memories is banks of shoveled snow along the sidewalks, piled higher than my head. Winter was permanantly imprinted when I was young and impressionable.

In other words, there is a little girl in me who still gets excited about the words “Snow day”. I remember early winter mornings listening to the radio for the list of school closings before getting out of bed. Usually it was only the central schools, out in the county where the farm kids couldn’t get to school until the back roads were plowed. It took a big snowstorm to defeat those efficient, experienced snowplow drivers on the Watertown city streets. When it happened, and “City schools are closed” was announced, joy ensued. (For the children. Maybe not so much for their mothers.)

I remember the tall metal poles, painted yellow at the top, next to all the fire hydrants. They were there so hydrants buried in snow could be located when needed. I remember being on college vacation, waking up to hear the sound of shovels scraping the sidewalks and thinking “Ah. I am really home.” I remember the time my aunt and uncle, driving from New York, got caught in a snowstorm and spent the night at a farm, and the time my sister, driving back to Buffalo for college, was trapped in a car by a storm for about twelve hours. And I remember going back to my job in Boston, leaving town under clear skies and hitting a blizzard halfway to the Syracuse airport. My dad just turned the car around and we went home. And this was in April!

My sister, who recently moved from snowbound upstate NY to warm Texas, tells me I would not feel that way if I’d been battling snow all these years. Maybe she is right, but it is only a maybe. My husband has his own snowy memories, and we actually went to Winter Carnival in Qu├ębec City a few years ago. It was very, very -very!- cold, but we had a wonderful time. If we ever move away from New York, it will be north, not south.
The snow has crept into just one story I wrote,( but I suspect there will be more. I love books that capture that feeling of the weather as a character, one that can be enjoyed but must always be respected. When I read Julia Spencer-Fleming or Sara J. Henry or Jenny Milchman, I feel that they are writing about my own native country.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Guest Blogging

I am celebrating my fourth Brooklyn mystery, Brooklyn Wars, officially out August 1  (!)  by visiting some criminally fun blogs. 
I”m inviting everyone to read and comment and look for some giveaways. 

First up is Kathy Boone Reel's Reading Room, today (July 31). Thank you, Kathy!  I am telling how I started writing about Brooklyn.
And Kathy will kindly post a review tomorrow, too. 

Later guest blogs: 
Aug 7    Dru Ann Loves’ award winning  Dru’s Book Musings

I am thrilled to be joining some fun gangs of mystery writers:

Aug 11   Jungle Red
Aug 12  Writers Who Kill 
Aug  15    Wicked Cozy
Aug 24     Femmes Fatales

And joining ace book publicist PJ Nunn:
Sept 4   Bookbrowsing

Book Launch Party

Come Celebrate!

by Triss Stein
Join us August 9th at 6:30 pm

Mysterious Bookshop
58 Warren Street
New York, NY 10007

Wednesday, July 12, 2017


Welcome to the very first blog on my brand new web site! After three mystery novels with Poisoned Pen Press, and a fourth due out on August 1, I thought it was time for new look, new bells and whistles and a fresh approach to a digital presence. I went with the team at to create it,  and am very happy I did. Your comments are welcome.

The books? Well, the lovely bridge photo in the header is a clue that that they are about Brooklyn.They highlight different neighborhoods, some quaint and some tough. Each has its own history, old and current issues, and, of course, crimes. There is a lot of history mixed in, some real-world problems and an amateur sleuth with a personal life. Not too cozy, not too bleak. I sometimes call them “soft boiled” or “urban cozies."

 Please feel free to look around here, learn more about the series, take a look at the book descriptions, read a story or two.  I hope you’ll enjoy it all, add your name to the mailing list and come back for a new blog post a few times a month.

 Happy reading!