Tag Archives: Joanne Edwards

Thank You, Ann Rule, for Dissing Me 4 Years Ago

Today marks the fourth anniversary of true-crime writer Ann Rule’s lawyer dismissing as “de minimis” my objections to the numerous errors in Rule’s account of my parents’ deaths aboard their sailboat Spellbound. Never mind that a number of these critical … Continue reading

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36 Years Ago Today: Our Final Good-bye

Thirty-six years ago today I said good-bye to my parents. The next day, they set sail for the South Pacific aboard their 53-foot ketch, the Spellbound. I figured I’d see them again in a year or two. Three months later, … Continue reading

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Spellbound Waltz played on grandad’s fiddle

On recent visit to Camano Island (Washington) to visit cousin Joe Parks, his wife, Suzi, recorded me playing Spellbound Waltz on my grandfather’s fiddle. (A fiddle that she, as a wonderful surprise, presented to me because she, sadly, can no … Continue reading

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Remembrance: The FBI enters the scene …

Thirty-five years ago today, at the Gendarmerie in Papeete, Tahiti, the FBI interviewed my brother for several hours about the suspicious deaths of our parents. At one point they took a break, and one of the agents—I dubbed him Steely … Continue reading

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Remembrance: L’hôpital de Mamao, Papeete, Tahiti . . .

I posted the fourth and final installment of the excerpted portions of my book, Dare I Call It Murder? — A Memoir of Violent Loss, Chapter 4 excerpt. This chapter takes place at L’hôpital de Mamao in Papeete, Tahiti, where … Continue reading

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Remembrance: But things did get worse . . .

Thank you to all of you who commented or sent me emails with your kind words of support and encouragement. It means a lot to me. Over the years, I tried to put my parents’ deaths behind me, and put … Continue reading

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Remembrance: A Phone Call No One Ever Wants to Get

Thirty-five years ago today I got an unexpected phone call from my cousin. A phone call no one ever wants to get. It left me numb to the core. As news trickled in over the next few days, I felt … Continue reading

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