He was my first love...my dad. His hand was always available to hold. He taught me how to ride a bike, how to change a tire, shoot a gun and threatened the first boy who broke my heart. Not every memory is that of perfection. That's from my dad, too...realism. Honesty. Truth. He always said… Continue reading 5 Years Ago…
That's it. Someone asked me questions about my writing. I've made it...totally famous. I jest of course, but I want to thank HW Book Nook and Cranny for being so gracious as to ask about my writing. It was a simple text interview, but it challenged me to think about some topics and realize there… Continue reading My First Interview
