I write, a lot, a lot.

Polkaphobia from My Punk Heart

"The Thinktanker and I made our way past stands selling hand painted eggs, nut roll cookies and tshirts that read, "You know you want my sausage" and "Overcome your Polkaphobia." And there is was. The 1,000 pound Elephant in the room, er parking lot: Polkaphobia." READ ON

 

The Death of a Beloved Rat from My Punk Heart

"There are many things we feel though we never wanted to, rat love among them." READ ON

 

Chapter Two: Indian Country from My Unpublished Novel

"Thomas Allen Blackcrow, Jr was just all sorts of a walking conundrum. He was half Indian and half Swede, but just as dark as a walnut. He always wore white shirts with white t-shirts and dark blue jeans. The white shirts only made him look darker. Of the ten kids in New Hope’s senior high school class he was the only boy to get offered a scholarship to college and he turned it down. The letter he got in the mail from Haskell Indian Nations College was displayed proudly on the tack board at the Co-op, but Tommy, he just couldn’t picture himself going to school with a whole bunch of Indians." READ ON