Articles And Musings

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Fourth of July

As Independence Day approaches, my mind wanders back to fond childhood memories of celebrating with my family. This day holds a special place in my heart as I remember my father, who served in the Navy and passed away when I was only twelve years old. Growing up, our household was filled with happiness on…

A feather is sitting on top of an open book.

Fall of 2026 & Advanced Readers Wanted

Thank you for reading Carved in Stone and for returning to Parker’s Gore with Nate in The Weight of the Dead. Time is precious, and I’m truly grateful that you’ve chosen to spend some of yours in this world with me.

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Spring 2026

I’ve always loved cemeteries, and though that may sound morbid, my reasons go far beyond philosophical questions about life and death. I think about more than just the lives of those who once walked this earth; I wonder about the artists and stonecutters. Stonecutters play a significant role in Vermont’s history, and it doesn’t take…

A feather is sitting on top of an open book.

Happy New Year

It’s almost frightening how quickly a year vanishes when you’re chasing dreams. Being the goal-obsessed wordsmith I am, my mind’s already racing towards 2025. This past year? A rollercoaster of lessons, some sweet, others not so much, and all part of a grand plan I can’t define yet. My first novel, The Weave Of The…

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My First Blog

The lake ripples as six fuzzy goslings paddle behind their regal mother and father. I recall there were more of the little fluff balls last spring, peeping and paddling across these same tranquil waters. But wait – four more downy babes bob into view, escorted by another proud goose pair. They glance up at the…