Storm: The Cat who Lived

The topic of my most recent article for IDAHO Magazine is Storm, a blind foundling I plucked from the ditch during my morning walk. Storm was incredibly tiny when I found her and despite being gravely ill, she rallied and survived. She even managed to overcome blindness. But, what is really remarkable about this tale is that neither the veterinarian nor I killed her.

To explain that last sentence, I need to back up a few years. Continue reading


Party Platforms

My political cartoon ran in the Moscow-Pullman Daily News this morning.

After listening to both the Democrat and Republican conventions, I was inspired to find a way to effectively sum up both parties’ platforms in a single sentence.  I believe I have succeeded.


Grizzly Ghosts

Looking for spine chilling ways to amuse your family during this time of social distancing?  My article, Grizzly Ghosts: Tales of the Hoodoos was published in the April 2020 edition of IDAHO Magazine.  The article covers ghost stories new and old that have been passed around campfires by decades of scouts attending Camp Grizzly as well as some mysterious happenings that occurred elsewhere in the Hoodoos. Continue reading


Camp Grizzly History

My article, “History of the Camp Grizzly Area, 1900 to 1942” appears in the December 2019 edition of the Latah Legacy.

Did you know that before Camp Grizzly was a Boy Scout camp it was used by the Camp Fire Girls? 

And before that it was the site of a mining camp? 

And, despite the rumors you may have heard, it was not a logging camp?  Even though the property was owned by Potlatch Lumber Company for many years, managers William Deary and Allison Laird refused to log the property owing to its natural beauty.

Hard copies of this issue can be purchased for $5 from the Latah County Historical Society, in Moscow, Idaho.  Online versions of both of Camp Grizzly articles are accessible below: Continue reading



Beezlebug Takes 3rd Place

I was recently notified that my short story “Beezlebug” took 3rd place honors in the annual IDAHO Magazine fiction contest. (See a list of winners here.)

Beezlebug is the story of how a U.S. Army National Guard member is influenced by a lone mosquito to take action against his middle-aged neighbor lady. It is a delightful read for anyone who has a neighbor with whom they don’t always see eye-to-eye.

To read “Beezlebug” and other award winning short stories, visit my short fiction page.




Who Swiped the Dishrags?

My article “Who Swiped the Dishrags?” appears in the November issue of IDAHO Magazine and talks about many of the wonderful surprises my neighbors have gifted me with over the years.  IDAHO Magazine can be purchased at BookPeople of Moscow.  Also, copies are available for check out from the Potlatch Public Library and the Moscow City Library.  If you somehow missed out getting a copy at any of those locations, you can always buy a copy online directly from the publisher at:

https://www.idahomagazine.com/shop/2018-11-november-2018-menan/

If you enjoyed this story you might also enjoy “Zucchini Bandits.”  Continue reading


DYSTOPIA Launch Party

All the hard work has paid off and now it’s time to celebrate! The SFCC Pullman Creative Writing Club is proud to announce the publication of their anthology, DYSTOPIA.  Authors will be at Thomas Hammer Coffee on Wednesday, June 6th to read sections of their work and be available to autograph copies for the public. Coffee and munchies will be provided.

Copies of the book are available for purchase from Bruised Books in Pullman and BookPeople of Moscow.  On June 4th copies will be available from And Books, Too, in Clarkston.  In addition, Aunties Bookstore and Giant Nerd Books in Spokane have agreed to sell the book just as soon as I can get a few copies to them.  Bookworms can read for free by using their library card.  Print copies of the book have been distributed to libraries in Whitman, Asotin, Latah, Nez Perce, and Spokane counties.

Books are available for sale on Amazon for $9.99 or $2.99 for a Kindle version.  Continue reading