: About Me

Hi and thanks for reading my articles.

I live outside the most-of-the-time-dreary, wet city of Portland,OR. I dream of the day I can retire to the warmer and more sunny climate of Sedona AZ.

I love to write fiction, memoir, essays and just about anything else other than poetry. I have nothing against it, I just suck at it. It's best I leave it to those who do it well.

My passion is ...

writing

I know too much about ...

nothing, but I know a little about a lot of things.

My parents always told me ...

there is always someone worse off than you in the world

My childhood ambition ...

to not be poor as an adult...I'm still working on it

My favorite memory ...

is watching my grandmother dip snuff. The worst memory is when I tried it myself.

Why I write ...

I feel like I'm doing what I was meant to do

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

At the moment I'm reading Kafka only because a friend lent me the book and I need to be able to respond to questions later on. I'm watching a lot of Food Network and HGTV. If I'm listening to conservative radio, please uncurl my fists and yank me out of my blood thirsty trance

My first job ...

that I loved was working in a sawmill in Kissimmee FL making orange crates. I was 21. That was 30 years ago

My best moment ...

When I was asked the question, "When can you start?" after being unemployed for a very long time

My inspiration ...

Life. Good, bad and everything in between

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Survival

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Sanctuary So tired. Matthew couldn't remember ever being so tired. He scrunched his jean-clad knees closer to his chest, and lay his head down on top of them, careful not to rub the angry welt on his cheek. He muttered softly, "Can't sleep. Gotta stay awake to hear if they get too close." When his eyes began to close, Matthew jerked his head up, slamming it into the wall of the hollowed-out tree. He immediately clamped one hand over his mouth to keep from crying out. The other went to the back of his head where he could feel a lump growing larger every second. Uncontrollable tears leaked o...

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