The Roses of Prose

In a couple days I fly home after five weeks in San Miguel de Allende. You know me…this place will appear in a book eventually. The Day of ...

Sable glared at a row of barrel cacti, feeling prickly, herself. She’d taken a seat on the patio, giving her sister and parents time to has...

Pulling this off would take a Christmas miracle. Sable Chisholm parallel-parked her Ford 250 in front of her parent’s Phoenix duplex. Tho...

I’m a retired Washington State high school principal (and English teacher) who traded Seattle’s gray skies for sunny California in 2000, de...