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I should have slammed the door in her face, yelled profanities at the closed structure

The Hug It was Saturday morning in the high school gym. Parents and children were gathered for the basketball …

I struggle with the waist straps of my backpack, tightening them over my soaked T-shirt

Mother's Gift Mother’s death hovered on the fringes of my reality. Only that morning we had dined downtown, the…

I stood in line at the bank like I always do the last Friday of the month to deposit the cash I made from…

Toward the end of my academic studies I began to obediently panic about my future

There is no fear in love and perfect love casts out fear

My heart quickly raced as I ran. Blurred lines, of green and red in the brightest hues, caught slightly by my…

Charity in Lebanon: It is winter of 1981 and David (a humanitarian worker) has just left the Beka'a Valley in…

Bitter Betrayal - Excerpt 1 My new book BITTER BETRAYAL like the award-winning title, The Greenlee Project,…

Tartaglia’s Bride When Linda Purcell got married, present guests raised their glasses, raised their voices and…

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A witch chess-moves through time and space to stop her son Alonzo

The Hog Farm I ran a dirty and dangerous business in a dirty and dangerous part of New York City: Red Hook,…

John Cleese and Eric Idle Come to Tucson Those who know me, know I’m a major fan of Monty Python.  In the Spring,…