Leaving Ransom
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Ransom was so small that the state highway department noted its existence only by the SPEED LIMIT 25 sign on the way into town and the SPEED LIMIT 55 sign on the way out. Lacey was on her way out, … Read More

Angeling
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Read early drafts Chapters in progress are posted weekly…read and leave your feedback at the links below. Spread the word Spread the word on your favorite social network, or by e-mail. [hupso] Get Angeling news * indicates required Email Address … Read More

Team Angeling
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Welcome to “Team Angeling”! If you’re on this page, it’s probably because I asked (and in some cases, begged!) you to review the early drafts of my YA novel, Angeling. Thanks in advance…if, by some miracle, this book actually sees … Read More

Home on the River
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Soon as it was night, out we shoved; when we got her out to about the middle, we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted her to. . .. Yonder was the banks and the islands, … Read More

Fiction
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Here is my latest fiction. To get updates on all the latest fiction, click here.   [suffusion-widgets id=’1′ container=’false’]

Ascension
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The crab apple tree was in full bloom, glowing white in the moonlight. Cathy stood underneath it, her small mouth slightly agape as she looked up into a galaxy of blossoms. She was dressed in a pink flannel nightgown and … Read More

Sister Zoe, Meet the Gardener
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A spirit from on high is poured out on us,and the wilderness becomes a fruitful field,and the fruitful field is deemed a forest.Then justice will dwell in the wilderness,and righteousness abide in the fruitful field. (Isaiah 32:15–16) Sister Zoe longed … Read More

All Passages by Water Lead Home
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“Look, Jim! It’s more cool bovine scenery,” Annie, who had just taken over driving, said cheerfully. I glanced up from the map I was studying (being in the navigator’s seat) and Zoe popped up in the back where she had … Read More

About Windhovering
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Maybe our touchstone now should be G. M. Hopkins, who made up his “own” set of formal constraints and then blew everyone’s footwear off from inside them. —David Foster Wallace, in The Review of Contemporary Fiction, summer 1993   I … Read More

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