The Wedding Specialist

Reba sat in her usual place in a chair next to the bride. Her head was bent over the list she held in her palm; accounts of gifts and givers. Rows of names neatly recorded against each gift, in her pearl-like handwriting. She had done this innumerable times, at every family wedding.

Needing Help – Novel Excerpt

Jack twisted his body away from the explosions and dived behind some rubble in the Afghani village in Helmand Province. He could feel the heat from the blasts and ducked lower. The noise rose and fell in undulating waves that confused his ears and made him slap his hands down tight over them.


I am beginning to branch out into a novel of interconnected stories like Russell Banks’s "Trailer Park". The opportunities for showing how the transformative moment changes not only the main character but those around him/her are endless.

The Guest

First, the car door. Slow to open. Then the visitor. Slow to emerge. It seemed she was having some trouble connecting with her purse. Problem apparently resolved, she finally tottered out, only to struggle with the car door, which didn’t catch the first time she tried to slam it, swinging back and nearly knocking her over. A second try, a little unsteady but with follow-through that did the job, left her teetering. It didn’t take much to see that something wasn’t right.

Misfits and Weaklings

John Steinbeck once said “. . . the writer is delegated to declare and to celebrate man's proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit—for gallantry in defeat, for courage, compassion and love. In the endless war against weakness and despair, these are the bright rally flags of hope and of emulation."