I like to make people laugh and then say, "hmmm." If I have done that then I have successfully changed the way you have seen the world.
The first book in the Small Town Stories is scheduled for release on Amazon. They are shorter reads intended to deliver a happily ever after in less than two hours. Piece of Cake, the first book in the series, was inspired when I was handing out cake at […]
This is an excerpt from the fourth book in the Ashbrook, Montana series. The book is free for this weekend only. If you like what you’ve read so far, click the link at the bottom of the story and get yourself a copy. It goes back to regular […]
“They said eighteen was too young to get married and now they’re saying that thirty-eight is too young to be a widow. Personally, I didn’t agree with them on the married part. Our love was the kind people wished for. But I have to agree with them on you leaving too soon.”
Peter began his defense. “For the record, I didn’t know she was a fairy. And in the movies, people who glow in the dark have been around some radioactive materials.”
A red glow pulsed in the middle of the room and moved in Peter’s direction. Andrea’s voice held an even vibrato tone. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll show you radioactive materials.”
The season for student stories is beginning. By now, they are comfortable with their new personalities and things a child wouldn’t have said last week let alone six months ago pop out of their mouth…. Today I helped a student work through an argument he blew out of […]
Over breakfast, the boys decided it was Andrea’s turn to try and find out what Eugene was up to. “He talks to you about everything,” Brian said.
“It should be one of us boys,” Peter argued. “We broke it. We should try to fix it. Nicholas, you’re good with words. You go.”
Nicholas gave them the I don’t know face. “I’ll try. What’s the worst that could happen.”
Watching with anticipation, the boys sat on the porch while Nicholas approached the door and knocked before entering. “Hey Eugene, it’s me, Nicholas.” Nicholas opened the door a couple of feet, and three biscuits came flying out above him like missiles. Unsettled by what had happened Nicholas slammed the door shut. Certain the door was closed he yelled through the wall, “You throw like a girl!”
He came back to the stairs. “Why did I listen to you. You said so yourself. Three days.”
I’ve created a survey for my next book title in Typeform. If you have a minute could you help me decide between one of three titles? The Next Book Title Should be….
May people who understand your problems be there to patiently guide you to a solution. I’m adding to this wish, that their guidance gives you the ability to recognize the courage hiding behind the cranky face that comes with the initial reaction to those unpleasant experiences.
“It’s been a long time since she’s had dessert,” Brian mused. In his description of Dolph’s farm Eugene mentioned that Caitlin was the only girl on the ranch. The evidence of the absence of female presence was witnessing her lick the last bits of pie off her fingers […]
And, so you have yet another reason why I love our small town in the far, far north. Our elixir for fear is a cup of coffee sweetened with some healthy banter.