Short Fiction and other Desultory Musings
Eagle Ascending takes the reader on a rollercoaster ride from New York City to Berlin, Cairo, Israel, and San Francisco in one man’s quest to clear his grandfather’s name from his Nazi past and to save the nation from menacing evil. Dan Whitfield skillfully weaves the story through a fast-paced plot laced with history and... Continue Reading →
Cathy Patrenos tells a human story of power, greed, lust, loss of innocence, and survival through the eyes of a Korean teenager, abducted by Japanese soldiers during the early days of WWII and continuing through the end of the war. The reader is there with Soon Ja as she experiences unbelievable abuse, torture, and cruelty... Continue Reading →
Step into the mind of Cecil McRae, into the Piney Woods of Mississippi, and experience her world as she sees it. From awkward adolescence to womanhood, she lets you follow her journey while colorful characters shine, spin, and tumble in and out of her life like shards of glass in a kaleidoscope. It is hard... Continue Reading →
Small chunks of ice fell from the glacier above; I could not see Justin. He was somewhere at the upper end of the rope I was holding, over the ledge, climbing higher. The wind picked up as the morning sun rose over the southern tip of the Andes Mountains. Cold found its way to my... Continue Reading →
#hurricanesally
I almost let the 19th anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attack pass unnoticed. What with the pandemic, upcoming elections, fires in California, and seven tropical systems spinning in the Atlantic, I had little bandwidth left to focus on a date in history. If it wasn’t for my son's participation in the Stephen Siller Tunnel to... Continue Reading →
GOATS “Edna, get real. It’s just two nights out” A light rain splattered the windshield. I flipped the wipers, smearing bug guts across the glass. “Can’t you give me two nights?” “I’ll give you eternity if that’s what you want,” she said. “That’s not it,” I said. “I want you to have fun.” An eighteen-wheeler... Continue Reading →
“You see that notch, right there on the top of that mountain?” Jack said, extending his arm. “Look through it. See that ridge behind it? That is where the Spanish buried their gold.” Jack and I had just hiked up to the top of Mount Pico Blanco on the Big Sur Coast. The blue Pacific... Continue Reading →
Chris began to question the wisdom of his trip. It had been just three days since Hurricane Katrina struck the Mississippi Gulf Coast, leaving more destruction than he had anticipated. He picked his way on foot through the rubble and down Howard Avenue toward the eastern edge of Biloxi to find his grandmother’s house, and... Continue Reading →
First, I want to apologize to all my readers for leaving you in the dark. It is true I have not posted anything on this site for over a year. If you are reading this now, I am amazed that you kept your access to my blog open. So, where have I been? Well, after... Continue Reading →
