I’m MJ.
I write mysteries about families — the ones we’re born into, the ones we build, and the ones that don’t always survive what’s asked of them.
Some of my stories are light and funny. Some are darker and more reflective. All of them are interested in what happens when ordinary people are pushed past the point where good intentions are enough.
My love of mysteries started as a dyslexic kid who relied on Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden to survive the dreaded book report. Years later, while I was running a chocolate factory, I discovered writing mysteries was a considerably safer way to murder customers.
These days, I live and write in the Pacific Northwest, where I’m usually chasing a question, following a story, or researching something that would look deeply suspicious without the words “I’m a mystery writer” attached to it.