Author Archives: T.K. Thorne
The Path to Sanity
The world fell apart in March 2020. I was at a writers conference in California on the opposite side of the country from home (Alabama). One day after the start of the conference, I flew home. Two people in the … Continue reading
Susan: An Extraordinary Story
Susan had never told her family about her experiences. In fact, before Louisa Weinrib called her in 1990 for an interview, she she had never talked about what happened to anyone other than those who had gone through it with … Continue reading
What to Remember Today
Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. There is so much to remember, but I am plagued by two questions at the moment. How do people believe things? Why do they believe things? Let’s start here: We are humans. We are emotional … Continue reading
Are You Really Reading this on Christmas?
Are you really reading this on Christmas? The better question might be: Am I really writing this on Christmas? Me, a nice Jewish girl? LOL! But I guess it’s time to come out of the holiday closet. I’ve been so … Continue reading
Behind the Magic Curtain
Four men who loved the city of Birmingham, Alabama asked me to write a book. I look back on that day when I met them in the high-rise office of a prominent attorney. They were all strangers, decades older. They … Continue reading
Defunding the Police
One of the confusing calls today is the one to “Defund the Police.” My thoughts on the subject are seasoned with a career in law enforcement, a master’s in social work, some research, and a couple of decades of contemplation. … Continue reading
Watch Out for Falling Heroes
Heroes have toppled under the sledgehammer of truth. Continue reading
Breaking the Code of Silence
In the beginning of my novel, House of Rose, my police officer heroine shoots a man in the back. I deliberately placed Rose in that situation, because it put her in trauma, and that is how character is built. I … Continue reading
The Wisteria Wars or Creativity in the Time of Covid
Most people assume, as a writer, that I’m eating up the hours a little virus has bequeathed to us by WRITING. They would be wrong. Yes, I am working on a novel, but it’s in the editing stage. That means … Continue reading
The Woman Who Danced Down the Grocery Aisle
The woman—dark hair with hints of auburn, the back scooped up in an invisible comb—dances down the aisle of the grocery store between the boxes of cereals and the baking goods. Pushing her cart, she sways to the store’s muzak, … Continue reading