Author

Patty Wiseman
I grew up in Tacoma, Wash, I went to college in Oklahoma, then life carried me all the way to Texas where I've resided now for over 30 years. I'm married, have 2 grown sons, 12 grandchildren, 4 great-grandchildren. I retired in 2011 from my career and finally had time to launch my journey into the dream I've held for years, writing. I now have 8 books published, all of which have won award. I am looking forward to launching my 9th book soon. I am President of the East Texas Writers Association.
“No one can find Ranger Jack. He’s disappeared!” The whispered gossip ripped through the park
Raspberry Stains and Teardrops
I buy fresh raspberries whenever I can to remind me of the first, and possibly the last, untarnished memory of…
Love at Eagles Pass (2)
“He wanted what’s in the pack, not you. Lookin’ for food. He won’t bother you now.” The voice moved around her, and…
Love at Eagles Pass (1)
“I guess you haven’t heard of me. I’m the famous Eagles Pass trail boss, ma’am.” He swept his arm in a mock bow.…
Rain!
In my dream, I hear the chimerical rumble of thunder.
In my dream, I catch the quixotic scent of rain.
My skin…
It’s Thursday Night – part #2
It's Thursday Night at The Slippery Salamander Art Gallery - Lola's second adventure.
(This is the second episode.…
Hand-Me-Down Christmas
For nine-year-old Annie Hale, Christmas doesn’t hold the same excitement as most children. Tiny and…
If It’s Thursday Night, My Name Must Be Lola
Thursday Night. An impromptu reaction to an unexpected and random comment set me on an unusual path and a life…
Summer Among the Cypress Trees
A NORTHEAST TEXAS BALLAD It's hidden there, alone
deep inside the cypress trees,
waiting for the cover…
Blackbeard Drank Cocoa
Childhood Reflections
To me, he stood six feet ten, fierce, unyielding. Curly, black hair and quasar blue eyes…