Wednesday, April 1, 2015. First Review of New Novel. In a deceptively simple tale of friendship, Al Riske does a great job of exploring the boundaries of what we can expect from and be to each other. See her full review on Goodreads. Friday, March 20, 2015. The Limits of Belief and Forgiveness. In The Possibility of Snow,. They become friends and then, well, not.

May 16th, 2015 in Inspiration. These papers are constantly falling from the bag we carry. They fall and land at our feet tripping us up. We are wandering, avoiding making our art, and every step we begin to slip. I slipped and I slipped and I slipped. To be who I am. To create and to tell stories.

Sunday, November 15, 2015. This is my annual tribute to the beautiful leaves of autumn. 2015 was a mixed year, with some brilliantly colored leaves, and others that never achieved the color I anticipate. This is what they look like in a good year.

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Your interest in my writing means the world. If you have not read my work, please visit my BOOKS page for more details. If you have read SOULED OUT, FRAYED, or TIN MOON, please leave a review online and be sure to tell a friend. Your voice matters more than anything. Word-of-mouth and reviews are the most important ways for authors to be discovered by new readers. Thank you for taking time to stop in and learn more about me. You are wonderful! Wednesday, November 29, 2017.

Sunday, November 19, 2017. The Freewrite is not a typewriter. So states Adam Paul Leeb, one of the founders of Astrohaus, the makers of the Freewrite. But, what joy when it arrived! I am using the US format keyboard, so I freely admit life has been easier for.

There is a girl in India. Posted on March 13, 2016. There is a young girl. She is about 12 years old though the age that sits behind her eyes is years beyond. She is a beggar child. Holding the hand of another small child they walk the streets asking for money from western tourists, to the chagrin of the local shopkeepers. Later in the day I follow my path back t.