There are no words, except for those in my second novel (working title Chances) which have been flowing steadily since late January. Because, I think, creativity can be an act of self-preservation. Because creativity can be an act of resistance. Because creativity,...
“Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” James Baldwin There are times when writing flows and times when it ebbs. For me, for months now, it has been ebbing. But with the dawn of this new year, a year in which it...
My values are not for sale. Integrity. Competence. Excellence. Kindness. The scientific process. Considering facts in decision-making. Not calling names (My mom taught me that before kindergarten. Didn't yours?). And did I mention integrity? My values are not for...
A reverie on four fantastic days in the Grand Canyon Day 1 Intake of breath as each bend in the trail reveals stunning view after stunning view. The rattle of ravens soaring above, and swooping below, the sheer cliffs of Coconino (sandstone). The twisting butt drop,...
Where the wind blows—something I think about a lot as a sailor. And something to be heeded during fire season here in the west. Where the wind blows, and how very hard, is fearsome this treacherous hurricane season. The wind can be violent, or...
Deb: For decades, maybe most of my life (since my father, an Earth Science teacher, started telling me about geomorphology when I was a kid), I’ve been an ardent student of landscapes. Part of that, as a professional geologist, was developing studies to characterize...
Here's the conclusion to Flying Lessons, but just the start to a life of adventure for young Will Ross. I hope you'll read No More Empty Spaces, my debut novel, which picks up on Will's life decades later as he takes his family to a remote and rugged region of Turkey...
At the end of the last installment, Will thought, Gone wrong. This day’s gone wrong. If only his day had gotten better from there...but sometimes they don't. Despite that, Will realized he was hungry. His nostrils twitched at the smell of raw onion when he pulled the...
Keep reading for the next installment of Flying Lessons. How will young Will Ross’ day progress? Joe smiled down at Will and, again, patted him on the back. “Okay, then, ready to go?” Will nodded. “Thanks, Joe.” Afternoon chores were feeding and watering the pigs and...
Here's the second part of the short story, Flying Lessons. If you're reading my novel, No More Empty Spaces, you know that Will Ross is its protagonist, and he is of this story as well, but as a young boy. Intent on the kite, the whack across Will’s right ear and the...
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