For twenty-five years I ran long distance, but until I left my university post, I never realized how much of that running had been about running away. My characters tend to run long distance as well, figuratively speaking at least, and they too learn that running away is not the same as being free. In… Continue Reading
Who Can Know the Heart?
Sara would always remember the words, jagged and piercing: An accident. On her way home from work. Two blocks from home. Sara waited cautiously, hoping it was a wrong number “Expired,” said the officer who announced himself as Ron. Sara pictured a Marine: broad shouldered, crew cut, and matter of fact. “What? Her driver’s license… Continue Reading
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