As a child, Halloween was never one of my favorite holidays. Still isn’t. But as an author I deal with the birthing of monsters even in Christmas stories. Monsters of a different sort.Read More
Let’s snag ‘em,” Frankie says.
Jasper looks at him. “Again? What if he sees us?” The two sit in the shadow of the pier, watching the man make his way to the ocean. An ice chest swings from his hand. He looks over his shoulder as if he’s heard them.Read More
After the holidays when you're exhausted from celebrating, and the winter winds howl at your windows with sleet pelting your roof, time slows. The credit card bills arrive. You scratch your head and wonder at your free-handed spending. The bath scales glare and report the extra pounds now clinging firmly to your thighs. The mid-winter slump has fallen upon you.Read More