My child has pointed out that she thinks I have *in* accent. I didn’t agree with her. I’ve been *thinkeen* about it *in* perhaps the way I say words when I’m not *tryeen* to keep from *haveen* *in* accent does have a few nonconformative variations. I can say “ing” *dependeen* on the sentence structure *in*… Continue reading An Accent?
On that Saturday, August 22, 2026, I was getting ready to go to a going away party for my nephew. Out the back window was a big fluffy cumulous cloud and my thought was, “Oh good, we might get some rain!” It has been a very dry year. Upon opening the backdoor it was clear… Continue reading Hawk Fire
Book promotion is a tricky thing. Even publishers don’t do it much anymore. It’s all left up to the authors. Here goes! In this post I will add a couple of pages from The Borgan. It is in hope you will be interested in finding out what the heck is going on. Rakasta is an… Continue reading About The Borgan
I get up in the freezing four a.m. to wrap my papers. There will be no warmth in the house until Mom gets up to light the fire in the wood stove. I shiver and wrap the big Wednesday papers, full of grocery ads, and put them in my bike bags. It’s a relief to… Continue reading The Smallest Pumpkin
Liliosh of the Junipers, flies like the wind from tree to tree. She makes no sound. Her little heart light, the only hint she’s around.She glimmers in the morning dew drops in the sunflower forest. She sets a gentle breeze through my hair.She isn’t there if I look for her. She stays busy with fairy… Continue reading Liliosh
Grandmother Moon sits nestled in her blue sky nestas the wild wind blows across her beautiful face.The clouds grow bigger and spreadfrom horizon to horizon.They bring rain to replenishthe Earth and the trees,who have waited patiently for a drink.
She claws her way up the river bank, shivering, afraid and wet. She has to find her way back to the comfortable, soft nurturing she knew, before she was so suddenly in a bag with the others like her. She calls and calls, to no avail. Tiny steps she takes. The wind blows and makes… Continue reading Familiar
I hear summer. The sounds bounce off of every hill, every rock in our valley, and they seem close by. Car sounds on the Interstate make me think of days when we headed out to the nearby lakes, Tahoe, Pyramid and Frenchman’s. Our parents packed up the stationwagon with a picnic and floats and towels.… Continue reading Summer Sounds
I have tried to figure out why I love Christmas time. It has become overly commercial. I am dumbfounded by Black Friday. I can’t believe people will become uncivilized, stand in huge lines or camp out in front of a store, to purchase a toy or television, because they are told it’s a good deal.… Continue reading A Bit of Christmas Magic
