The American Midwest

The American Midwest is a flat, dry landscape offset by the occasional farm or tree line border between properties. Speed limit signs decorate the interstate as the lane lines stretch on for infinity. You can see the stars at night. Voluminous clouds skate through the expansive sky during the day. Now, we travel in enclosed metal caravans like our pioneering ancestors before us. Only now, instead of pilgrimaging to a new life, we’re traveling to visit Aunt June or compete in a regional softball tournament.


Why Do I Write?

I write because I want to be remembered. I want to tell grand stories that connect with a wide audience of readers.

Ugh: Stories from the Zombie Apocalypse – A Review

     A coffee mug left half-finished on the kitchen table tells about someone’s interrupted morning routine. A broken picture frame in the garbage can, with its jingling shards of glass, holds the story of an angry wife finding out about her husband’s affair. One would notice that only the frame is in the garbage; … Continue reading Ugh: Stories from the Zombie Apocalypse – A Review