There is no post today because of very many reasons, none that is because of this wintry weather. There is no post because my third book took me away from writing anything much last week. I’m trying to tie …
He snuck in like the men in movies do; blown in by the rain, from the urgent embrace of darkness, the bill of his cap pulled furtively low over his face. I was seated in a booth at Baraza …
He’s notably tall. So tall you could bungee jump off him. I look up at him, OK, I don’t but he’s a good head taller than me, so I sort of feel like he can see the tip of …
Does an eight year old fully comprehend the luxurious notoriety of a Mercedes Benz? Does she see it and think, oh here is something shiny and curvy and sleek with an interior that is a compelling story of craft, …
