“You can be anything you want to be.” He stood there in the summer sun, working under the hood of a heavy duty truck, smell of diesel and dirt and dust from absorbent for oil, the same stuff we used in school to soak up throw up. Sounds of the air compressor kicking on loud and roaring, a baby bird trying to get some sleep up in the sunny corner, across from the tractor-trailer attached to the side and full of fun-filled shelves to climb around in.Read More
I was “old enough now,” Ain’t said.
sterile in the waiting room where I
sat flipping a
Smithsonian magazine article about Ancient Egyptians as
She was in there in the ICU room in a hospital bedRead More
The crowds in the pew sang back to him. The more the Pew Running Preacher hotfooted, the more the hum of the audience took off. First one black dress shoe, then the other. Then his socks!
The barefoot preacher hoofed it across the carpet, never missing a beat, stomping in praise to lead these bacchanalian believers.Read More
I am nearly 3,000 miles away from home. I get homesick and I have all these crazy stories about back home that pop in my head. Some are good, some are ridiculous, some are shareable. Those I want to share are ending up here in this book, “No Name.” Then I started reading a very powerful book about a 10 year old girl hooked on heroin named “Milk-Blood” by Mark Matthews, and it really hit me. I have a story like that, but it’s true and it’s mine and it’s time to tell it.Read More
Bel stood in front of me, the white fire all gone out. An ash-gray cloak, hood covering his blue crystal curls. He had a Grandfather Gandalf grizzle to him. Cerulean pools for eyes, sharp beak of a nose. Missing a few teeth. Constantly chewed on the end of a stogie. But it was the beard that got me, a greasy lapis lazuli beard grown long. Made from actual clusters of this lustrous blue stone.Read More
Last night I got super excited and inspired because I finally was going to take the time and energy to work on some cover art for my story. I hopped on Canva and checked out the many, Many covers. Combining these inspirations and my desire for a neon Nineties with an updated feel, I came up with some samples, until…Voila! I am loving the entire story this cover tells, and when you read the story, you’ll hopefully be able to “read” the cover, too!Read More
This is not your mommy’s “Friends” or “Full House,” Not unless you inject those with racists and thieves, religious fanatics and the biggest horror of them all, the US foster care system….Read More