Shelley's Blog

In the summer of 2018, my sister got herself into a pickle. She had met a man...online. And as bits of information would trickle in, it became clear this guy was a scammer. But my sister was in deep and would not listen to anyone who threatened to burst her bubble of happiness.


My sister abhorred the notion of me thinking poorly of her actions. She despised being judged by me or anyone close to her. There was little I could do to help, so at first, I just sat back and hoped things would work out.


In the coming weeks, my sister's daughter (my niece), and several of her friends contacted me, worried about this online love interest. We formed "the squad" and began an intensive investigation that included hiring a private investigator, stealing her cell phone, hacking her email, recording conversations and ultimately, visiting the FBI.


But my sister was under the spell of this man. She was brainwashed. Every piece of evidence we brought to her attention she dismissed out of hand, then raged at us for trespassing into her personal life.


To find out how we were able to smash through the scammer's lies, look for my newest book titled HER KING THE CON coming out in time for the holidays.



Last month I visited Yala National Park in Sri Lanka. The morning of the trip I woke up with a low grade feeling of nausea. Besides feeling lousy, I began to panic that I would miss this adventure that I had been highly anticipating for months. My worry worked itself into a vortex of anxiety. I knew all I needed was distraction. I had a few hours before the tour departure so I went for a walk, took a shower, leaned over the toilet (nothing). Into the backpack went a plastic bag just in case.


Once on the bus that would take us to the park, the sights along the streets of Hambantota were the distraction my mind needed. Everything was so colorful and alive. Sri Lanka was currently electing their next leaders, so people flooded the streets. Their excitement billowed around us as they shouted slogans and cheered as our bus roared past.


Once inside Yala, we boarded open air jeeps, our cameras at the ready. All I wanted was to spot an elephant or two. Even if they were in the distance, just knowing I was looking at an elephant in the wild, would be enough to send me into a good version of hyperventilation.


The first elephant we saw was hidden behind stalks of foliage. He seemed comfortable in his shaded post, not minding our camera clicks. I of course was shaking with emotion to be so close to this being, and him not minding a bit.


We drove on and soon encountered the reason for my morning ailment. A family of elephants. There they were, walking directly towards me. It was breathtaking and surreal, like I should have been home folding laundry, not actually five feet away from a mother elephant and three babies. They silently strode towards us, then made a soft right turn into the leaves, their magnificent hind-ends in my camera lens.


In retrospect, it was the sheer anticipation of witnessing these beautiful animals up close and personal that whipped me into the tizzy I had experienced that morning. Because after we drove on, I leaned back into my seat, breathing deeply, knowing what I just saw was a high point of my life. I never felt so good.






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Please click the article below to read the sad news that Beulah, an elephant used and abused for the purpose of entertaining humans, has died.

Nonhuman Rights Project

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