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A Reason to Live
What do dangerous chlorine gas, an exploding house, and a knife attack mean to you? Hopefully nothing. But for me, these were each...
Mucles like an Ant
Today I got up eager to begin rewriting the epilogue of my new book, JoyRide. I wrote until I was called away from the writing. When I...
What was I Thinking?
What was I thinking? Where did I get the romantic notion about the writer’s life? Years ago, in my mind’s eye I saw an author seated in a...
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