I love stories.

I listen to them. I watch them on TV, videos, or movies. I read them.

And I write them.

I’ve written almost every kind of story there is. Mystery, romance, confession, science fiction, fantasy, paranormal, horror, and every other kind I can think of and garnered a couple prizes and ‘best-selling’ author designations along the way.

I’ve written short stories, novellas, and novels.

In the process I’ve learned that my favorite stories are science fiction and paranormal. Preferably the two combined.

My stories are always clean, they are always either contemporary or near future, they always have at least a slight romantic element, and they always end happily. Always. Guaaranteed. (Okay, two short stories, ‘The River Boy’ and ‘Down From The Mountain’ have endings that might not be considered completely happy. Maybe just somewhat happy. You decide.)

Check out the covers below and see what you think. And have a happy, happy day.


Sitting outside on a nice day



I’m not in the picture above because I was taking the picture. But as soon as I was done, I scurried back to my place behind the counter. Because that’s where I spend Wednesday and Saturday mornings in the summer. Behind that counter. Selling fudge, fudge-filled banana bread and cinnamon nuts.

It’s a family business and I help out. Because I’m old enough to be retired, every winter when things are slow I’m asked how much I want to be involved with the business if at all.

I always say I’d be happy to sell in the local farmers’ market and any other local venues, especially if they are outside.

Because selling at a farmers’ market or elsewhere in the spring, summer and autumn is sitting outside in lovely weather meeting and talking with people I know and people I haven’t met before but who are as interesting and as nice as current acquaintances.

Yes, I have to set up that canopy and fill the space with things to sell. Yes, some of those things are heavy. And yes, the weather doesn’t always cooperate. But there are weights to keep the canopy from blowing away in a nasty wind and it’s tied to the iron fence behind me for added security. And I always keep a warm coat handy because this is northern Minnesota.


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