While doing research for another book, I happened upon a list of holidays. Continue reading “National Whatever Day”
It’s a small stump, but an important one. Continue reading “Score 1 for the Stump”
For once, my characters would not talk to me, so I wrote a poem instead.
I have never understood why I was condemned for centuries. Continue reading “Sisters Three”
Sally looked up when the door opened. The smell of cologne compelled her. Continue reading “Coffee With a Splash of Vengeance”
N. R. Tucker 