All my best stories begin in Montana, and, if I have any say in it, will end there. I was a middle-aged Montana science teacher when I met a middle-aged Minnesota English teacher in Tokyo. We fell in love with wild abandon and retired a few years later to run a B&B in a quirky little town in the mountains of western Montana. A devastating fire took my home; a devastating disease took my wife. Now I live and write in North Carolina, just me, two dogs, two birds, three fish, and a vacuuming robot named Waldo. Read more of my work here.
Sisters, Mothers, and Heirs
In time, anything can feel normal, even hell.
The Door Swings Both Ways
Billy bit his tongue and let the words hang between them.