When not writing about my characters populating Gilded Age Englewood, New Jersey,I herd goats, dream about the 1870’s and try (unsuccessfully) to control my dogs.
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The computer is over there. The dogs are over here. It’s raining. Need I say more? Tagged: dogs, Entertainment, golden retriever, king charles Cavalier, Life, maremma, relaxing weekend, The House on Tenafly Road, writer's life, writing life
The road less traveled isn’t always a good one. Buck’s parents stayed at the Hotel Thayer during his recovery. After a week Margaret had the look of a child kept in at recess. “Graham, won’t he ever speak up again?” Margaret whispered. “He had such a manly voice like my…
The Song of the Lark by Winslow Homer “Quartering the topmost branches of one of the tall trees, an invisible bird was striving to make the day seem shorter, exploring with a long-drawn note the solitude that pressed it on every side, but it received at once so unanimous an…