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.
One of my favorite summer memories was watching my family play baseball. Today, it reminds me of my maternal grandfather. Before he passed away, he played softball with the church leagues. When I visited with my grandparents over the summer, we would all gather at the ball field while my grandfather and uncle would play ball.