Last week I returned to my home town, Port Townsend, WA, for my fortieth high school reunion. As it turned out, I was due for reunions of many kinds from the moment I boarded the Jefferson Transit bus. It was the last leg of my outbound journey, a travel adventure...

In writing, as in most things, there’s always more to learn. Impressions from a Seattle weekend workshop.

I’m pleased to announce the release of a new anthology, Incarceration, from WolfSinger Publications. It’s a collection of tales that will appeal to horror fans (thanks for your support!) and those interested in variations on imprisonment (likewise!). My story, The...

To most carnival-goers, the Ferris Wheel seems a safe ride. It moves slowly and offers a bird’s-eye view of the carnival grounds. Its gentle motion is unlikely to inspire vomiting. Port Townsend, WA, was the scene of a Ferris Wheel accident last week. The city was in...

Every May I think of piano lessons, or, more specifically, piano recitals. Since my kids are all of the 4-legged variety, I haven’t attended many of these as a spectator. My experience comes from being part of the show. Seven years of piano lessons and seven recitals....

Once, long ago, I was finished. It’s not as final as it sounds. Finish, the verb*, means: Terminate To use or dispose of entirely To bring to completion: accomplish; also: perfect To put a final coat or surface on To come to the end of a course or undertaking My...