At the moment of impact, I wasn’t surprised when a life flashed before my eyes.  I just expected the life to be my own.

The silver Porsche must have been doing eighty when it hit black ice.  I couldn’t swerve, couldn’t get out of the way.  There was nowhere to go as the Porsche whipped around, skidding toward my little car.  Headlights rushed toward my windshield, flooding everything with brightness, obliterating the night.  And then I was – someplace else.  A home that once belonged…

Here's some things that are often repeated about the Victorian era that aren't true:

Sometimes people were buried alive.   Not that anyone can discern, but there were rare cases of people who'd been declared dead reviving a few hours later.  Eventually the urban legend…

Well ... I think they're fun, anyway.  Beta-readers for my Past Lives Trilogy will recognize some of these.

Pollution:  Most homes burned coal in their…