David Sheehan Posts

Never Too Old to Take the Plunge

Jon High Dive

In my travels as a writer, one question I am often asked is if I grew up wanting to a be a writer. It’s a reasonable question. Many, if not most, of my writer friends were writing stories as young as six or seven. From the time they could pick up a fat pencil, they were making up stories, dreaming of the day they would become the creator of their own storybooks. From time to time, people ask me for help in getting a children’s book they authored published. For the record, I’ve never published a children’s book and know absolutely nothing about it. Books, like medicine, have their specialties. Seeing an OB/GYN about a brain tumor would be akin to asking a true crime writer how to get a romance novel published. While we all practice the same profession, the application of that profession is completely different. read more

Karly’s Killer Dead

Shawn Wesley Field is dead.

He passed away at Eastern Oregon Correctional Institute in Pendleton, Oregon.

Shawn did not die an easy death, but it was a much easier death than the one he inflicted upon three-year-old Karly Sheehan, of Corvallis, Oregon.

The jury ruled Shawn had tortured Karly prior to her death.

We will never know why Shawn Field killed Karly. He had a daughter of  his own. C. Field may have been the only person Shawn ever loved more than himself. She paid him a visit in prison this week, to celebrate his birthday. His parents, Hugh and Ann Field, haven’t visited their son in years. read more

For the Least of These

picture of karly

When our twin girls turned 13 we rented a barn in a big field on the outskirts of Pendleton, Oregon. We invited all their school friends and threw an old-fashioned barn dance party. A couple of college-age kids came and taught everyone there how to line dance. It also happened to be the same summer that Stephan, our son, turned 16, so we just did it up right and invited his friends as well. read more

If Oprah ever asks what one thing I know…

She stood across the table from me unable to speak. A catch in her throat, she said. You see, I read your other book, A Silence of Mockingbirds, the one on Karly Sheehan. I started following your blog. It was such a powerful book. Can you tell me, she said, pausing again, tearing up: How is David?

He’s good, I replied. Liz is in med school, working on her pediatric oncology degree. She is beautiful and the light of his life. read more