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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William almost escapes Thankful’s notice . . . The officers strode out from officers’ row and every woman, child and mongrel milled about on the parade ground. Guns were presented, cannons were fired and order was pronounced with a clarity and confidence heard nowhere else in William’s life. He marched…
Loggers 1900 (courtesy Old Photo Archive) “I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.”Charles de…
Just a few pics of the new kids and lambs. More to come (when I have a moment). Tagged: #amwriting, family saga novels, middlemay farm, sheep and goats, writer's life