Skip to main content


Time flies

Time flies. Seasons overlap. Years vanish on the wind, like smoke from an untended fire. A year ago, as summer began, I started to write one last novel. The more things change...

Mountain weather...

Mountain weather is what it is, but you never know what it will be fifteen minutes from now. Walking along Main Street in Drovers Gap, I thought I might be seeing the cover of my next book.

There will be an announcement about my next book (Among the Fallen) soon.