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A story for Mother’s Day

A story for Mother’s Day

My car passed a beat-up VW bus with a JEFFERSON AIRPLANE LOVES YOU bumper sticker and the hippie at the wheel flashed me a peace sign. How had he recognized me as a fellow member of the tribe? By my car’s ban-the-bomb decal, probably, or my tent of long frizzy hair....

Animal crackers

Animal crackers

“Animals are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.” – Henry Beston I grew up in a pet-less household, and despite reading Black Beauty, Dr. Doolittle, and Beatrix Potter, I regarded animals as...

My California dreaming

My California dreaming

I’ve traveled on four continents, lived in England and Japan, and gone to sea with the British Merchant Navy. But wherever I am, when I close my eyes against the sun on a hot summer’s day, I’m lying on a front lawn in San Fernando, California.

My Golden Age mysteries series strikes again

My Golden Age mysteries series strikes again

The last time I read a lot of 1930s Golden Age English mysteries, I ended up writing one in my sleep. I'm awake now, so there’s no excuse for this one. Still, let’s press on. Our story begins outside a village church, after Sunday service, as Hector Spector (the...