Musings

About a quarter of a century ago when your momma was four, she and I had a memorable conversation. I recall this fondly not only because of her age (four was my favorite age with both her and your uncle), but also due to the content of our exchange.

The characters I least expect to hear, sometimes talk the loudest and demand their stories be told.

The Scent of Coffee. As a writer, I rely on the sense of smell to enrich a scene and help make the storytelling all that much deeper.