Of Mice and Lilies

This story, as with all the very best and greatest stories, begins with an impossibility. After all, I am telling this story, and I have seen a great many impossibilities in my time. It comes of being a dreamer, and of thinking like a writer. All writers deal in impossibilities, of course. It’s how we…

The Hiding Place

I believe that history is important. George Santayana, a Spanish-born American author, said, “Those who cannot remember the past condemned to repeat it.” I fully believe that this is true, and yet, at the same time, I struggle to read the history books that were handed to me in school. Dates, times, statistics, and names…

Rain Pits

They hide in the rain pits. They don’t come out in the daytime, only at night, and I come down here when the moon is full and the starlight in filtering down through the leaves and shining on the water. That’s when they come up. Up to play, up to eat. Up to visit with…

The Ordinary Princess

I am not a fan of romance books. Oh, I like the old classics, Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, that sort of thing, but for the most part, I will avoid a book if it is solely based on romance. I like books full of action and adventure, books with intrigue and suspense and a…

For Sale

I open the shop the moment the sunlight touches the leaves of the oak tree outside. If it’s rainy, I don’t open it at all. In the winter, I open late. I’ve explained my system a few times, especially to annoyed customers who came too early and had to wait. They told me that my…

Exciting News!

Look! That’s my name! And my article. In a MAGAZINE!!!

The Swiss Family Robinson

I am fascinated by stories of survival. And not just survival. Stories of adaptation, of thriving in an environment that is hostile and far outside of the ordinary. Stories of shipwrecks, of people driven to the end of what they think they are capable of, and yet, still managing to make a place for themselves…

Healer

I find her cabin an hour’s walk from the village. She has always stayed away from us, always, as if our stink made her gag. She hates us, I think, although no one really knows why. They’ve always been too afraid to ask. I’m carrying him strapped to my chest, and I can feel the…