I Wrote a Book

A year ago I got up early in the morning, grabbed my coffee, and sat in my garden to put the finishing touches on the first solid draft of a book. The morning writing pattern has repeated itself on another beautiful autumn day as I write this update to let you know...

My Own Little Shop of Horrors

I hate the effin’ bamboo in my backyard. Yes, it makes me foul mouthed and foul tempered. If you’ve ever dealt with the monster, then you understand. Its firmly entrenched having been living there for two decades. I would have to literally take down the fence, destroy...