The official photo for the book.

Crosby! took the photo 

      Until I began working on my first book I'd forgotten how much of my childhood I spent in that wonderful space called imagination where shapes appear in the clouds and magic happens. I'd make up stories and then try to relate them to others but storytelling is a craft honed over time, not bestowed or inherited.

     My mother was an English teacher. What I remember most about her was dragging herself to a job in Aerospace because it paid more than teaching. My use of the language was molded by her constant corrections. "Don't end a sentence with a preposition." "If you don't know how to spell the word, go look it up in the dictionary." But an inability to write clearly hampered any writing talent I might have mustered and I became her worst nightmare, a poor student. Not until I mastered the computer keyboard at age forty-five was the creativity released.

     I was lucky enough to be entrusted with her care the last seven years of her life and our relationship move from Mother/Son to that of fellow travelers. We lost her on Halloween of 2000 and her care was the most rewarding experience of my life. The year before Momma made her transition I got an idea for a book and was able to place the first draft in her hands the day before she left us. Click here for more information about The First Bird.

     Jobs have come and gone. My marriage ended and recently my loving little pup, Maui, passed away after ten years of devoted love and affection.

     Now I'm learning adult lessons. How do you cope with loss? What is important?  What will I leave behind?  Who's that old guy in the mirror? Why in the world would the kinfolk say, "Californy is the place you oughta be?"  Life is full of these silly imponderables. What matters is the love.

You can do anything, anything at all. Nothing is impossible.

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