I once, briefly, made my money by clearing large stacks of scrap metal from my mother’s back yard. Dad had scavenged tons of the stuff and even put some of it to good uses – we built a very serviceable workshop out of it – but after his death in 2001, there was… Read More Tin is Thin Steel
Last Thursday would have been my Uncle John’s 86th birthday had he still been with us. He’d be about twice my age. I don’t remember him young. It is as if he sprang into being in middle age. My earliest memories of him are vague, but it seems that he was someone I’d always known. … Read More Memories of Uncle John
For this week’s blog post, I give you the above picture of a funny-looking tree and a couple of excerpts from my current project, a short novel titled Sola-Tay, after the name of the fictional town around which the action of the story takes place. Enjoy. If you like it well enough, please share and subscribe… Read More From Sola-Tay, a Peek at My Current Project.