Stay on target…

“To Plant a Tree,” my Jack London tale of divorce, spacesuits and nanotech canines, got honorable mention in the ol’ Writers of the Future. That’s better than my last entry did. Closer…

Dear Aqua-Jogging Lady…

I hope you enjoyed your workout. I also hope you get some sleep; the bags under your eyes were big enough to pack up the gear from a Cirque du Soleil touring company. The reason I’m writing you, madam, is that I didn’t appreciate the way you waltzed up to […]