About The Old Church in the Hemlocks

This has become the most well-read and liked among readers of any of my short fiction so far. If you haven’t read it yet, give the cantankerous old man who narrates it a chance to surprise you! I really enjoyed developing his character. The mystery of the old church in the background – the first … Continue reading

The Old Church in the Hemlocks

The Old Church in the Hemlocks I hate old age. I hate all the aches; I despise every one of my bones, and the sagging muscles and skin where there used to be form. I hate the face that is a caricature of the one that used to sit on my shoulders. I used to … Continue reading

A Daughter of the American Revolution, II. (Conclusion)

A Daughter of the American Revolution II. Daughter of the Circuit Riders The city police station was crowded. There were state troopers from both Louisiana and Mississippi, and there were sheriffs from both sides of the river, too. The first thing that happened when they walked in, even before they could get past the front … Continue reading

A Daughter of the American Revolution

A Daughter of the American Revolution I: Dad’s First Interstate Delivery “Now don’t tell your sisters about this,” Dad said, “until I’m in my grave next to Mother.” The rain was so loud on the roof that I thought maybe I misunderstood him. I knew the place he meant. He had made that very clear. … Continue reading