If you would like to know more about me look to the pages of my books and you'll find me in between the lines.

...the nuclear family went critical...

The night came on as swift and soft as a velvet dream. I was scrunched down in the front seat of my car in Neal's driveway trying to become part of the darkness.

Isatai started chanting, drums pounding, the rhythm gathered and met the beat of their hearts, and that sound matched their thoughts. It was one sound they could hear, then they felt a deep pounding of hooves vibrating through their bodies. As they stared into the fire they saw the face of a great buffalo, its mane, flame. It grew in their eyes, engulfing them in its spirit, the vision raced through their hearts like an engine.

I blew into L.A. streaking down the freeway, the song "L.A. Woman" blasting out of the car speakers, the wind in my hair, the music in the wind. The first thing you notice about L.A. is that it’s overflowing with people, tourists, the homeless, the starstruck, it was like an old fashioned boom town, a few ghosts wandered it’s streets but it was still booming, if L.A. lived off the people that were successful, the city would be awfully empty.

Welcome to a beautiful day in Central City Park. I don't think we could order a better day. The cherry blossoms are starting to pop, and we're just going to have a fabulous 10 days.