Moments of hope in a forest of hardship
Published Short Stories
Sometimes it takes more courage to live than to die.
Your past does not define your future.
A mask cannot hide who you are.
Recent Posts
Most Cordially I Hate You
In honor of the Humboldt river, which my fictional family is approaching, I leave you with two poems written by emigrants to honor the Humboldt: I HATE YOU Meanest and muddiest, filthiest stream, most cordially I hate you; Meaner and muddier still you seem since the first day I met you. Your namesake better was… Continue reading Most Cordially I Hate You
Prologue – Sneak Peak
I’ve been buckling down hard on Picture of the Past, hence the reason I missed last week’s post AND yesterday’s post. And since my brain is still too full of forts and Platte rivers, and buffalo chips to come up with anything interesting, below is a 500 word excerpt of what I’m working on –… Continue reading Prologue – Sneak Peak
When all hope is gone
I exited the window onto the fire escape only to lunge backwards as a giant mouthful of teeth came at me. I pressed as far away as the railing would let me, too terrified to even scream, let alone cry. The bear’s nose and mouth were wrinkled together in a ghastly snarl, accentuating the glistening… Continue reading When all hope is gone
Revision, Revision, Revision
“We are camped at a little place called Rock Creek Station….I’m told our last few stops were only recently established and so we should be grateful for the additional provisions we have been able to obtain, as previous travelers did not have that privilege. As if there were anything to ever be grateful for out… Continue reading Revision, Revision, Revision
Forest Idylls 