As my reader, you may have noticed a slump in my postings. Today, I took a break; a break from the constant film of my newest novel creation running in my head. I have been writing practically non-stop for over a month. Since I decided to shelf Grandfather’s Whispers (it played a much larger role… Continue reading The Makings of a New Series
I created the poem Casting Away while sitting on the rocks under the Blue Water Bridges. There was an older gentleman casting his line into the mouth of Lake Huron that day, and he reminded me of my own grandfather who owns a bait shop south of Harbor Beach, Michigan.
In my article, Spotlight on a Small Town – White Rock, features a small bait & tackle shop called Frank’s Place. The owner’s are my grandparents.