Monthly Archives: April 2011

One weekend a lifetime ago, dad took us up to a place called Nancy Lake, about ninety minutes north of Anchorage, Alaska. We had a fourteen-foot camper, some fishing gear, and little else. Back then, as kids, we didn’t need … Continue reading →

I’ve been writing now for, oh wow has it been that long already? Well, suffice it to say a very long time, and along the way I’ve had my share of ups and downs. Like when early on I discovered … Continue reading →

Today is a most beautiful day. Birds singing, sun shining. I even had a coupon for crickets. Something wonderful is about to happen. 😉

When I started working on Over the Hills and Far Away, I thought I had it all figured out. I’d been sent to boarding school for seven years  that changed me into something less American and, as a result, I … Continue reading →

“Dad? Are we American?” I look at William, almost twelve now, the same age I was when my parents sent me away. “Absolutely,” I say. “In fact you’re the first natural born American in my family. Do you know what … Continue reading →

Mom came in from work one night shouting, “Call the police! Call the POLICE!” I came out of the kitchen, mouth stuffed with potato chips, wondering what the fuss was. “Oh my god, someone’s stolen your dad’s car,” she wailed. … Continue reading →

Matthew looks at me with his head cocked and dead serious and says, “Do you not like Uncle Roger?” A chill runs through me. I can still remember Dad lunging at my older brother, smashing him in the face with … Continue reading →