P. O. S.

After our son and daughter-in-law returned from Italy and we got ready to come back home after four days of watching the girls, my four-year-old granddaughter gave me this as a going-away present:


Either she left out the second P in Pops or her perception of me, while not exactly nuanced, is certainly precocious.

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A career working with teenagers on the fringes of society has made me both sensitive to and appreciative of the complexities of character and the struggles, inner and outer, that we all wrestle with in one form or another. My writing emphasizes character development over action, and, as a lifelong Southerner, the rhythms and cadence of the Southeastern United States influence both my spoken and written voice.

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