Three books in succession inch me toward the ‘experienced’ column; no longer may I qualify for reader leniency, family support, or neighborly goodwill. I’m stuck out here in plain sight for all to comment, snicker, or wish me luck. Nonetheless, at age eighty-seven, I am a great-grandmother who is thankful to be a productive twenty-first-century woman with future, untold chapters to embrace.

Born in 1931 on Long Island, New York, I was raised during the dark days of the depression era. By age eighteen, my public school education prepared me for office work in a man’s world of business. Before I retired for the final time at age seventy-five, my office clerk status achieved the title of Production Control Manager, and Master Scheduler within predominately “male” manufacturing environments.

First hand, I witnessed the twentieth century’s departure from a world devastated by war to a modern,  industrialized society demanding civil liberties and women’s rights. A “One World” mentality evolved to embrace an all for one, one for all mindset. By the end of the twentieth century, globalization was seen as the eventual path to a world without war.

With the realization my great-grandchildren were not to comprehend the accomplishments and the magnificence of the twentieth century, in 2016, I wrote my memoir: According To Aileen, Ten Decades That Changed The World. I explained the bootstrapping mentality of their immigrant ancestors who helped win two world wars, created technological wonders, and elevated a grandeur of life that forever changed the world.

Like the child who witnessed a candy counter featuring an assortment of sweets, I can attest to the mixture of ethnicities, skin tones, and religions who gathered together as one American confection and turned poverty into our middle-class society. If I didn’t leave that direct testimony for my grandies to absorb, who would?

In 2017, I published a novel, Ten Days To Die For. A high seas romance starring Jack and Annie who are mired in lust, love, and murder that provides a blockbuster finale of mystery and fun.

Now, in 2018, Jack and Annie are back, in demand by the Washington, D.C. insiders, and tasked with a mission that will reach as high as the Oval Office. Although the Dead Man Seated drops in as an uninvited guest to the D.C. Naval Yard’s list of authorized players, nonetheless, he is charming, mysterious, but quite dead. Join me in sorting out the good from the bad but do not worry about the beautiful; they will fall quickly into place. While it’s 2018 politics at its least authentic, Dead Man Seated wistfully provides the reader with delightful ‘happily ever after’ possibilities.

Aileen Monaldi
Aileen Monaldi