Figuratively speaking Jude Brubaker sat on her favourite sofa, except her whole body was stiff and though seated her legs […]
“This is Africa, doctor, not a stroll in a park in New York,” Blackmore hissed. He couldn’t help the sound of scorn in his voice, but he knew the doctor had a valid point.
The young man felt the physical stirring in his loins and was shockingly aware of the movement in his jeans. His right hand automatically dropped to his lap.
Jude knew the creeping crawling feeling on her skin and she knew why there were tears in her eyes. Fear of the unknown? Fear of dying even?
Death of a Friend Present Day. May Brubaker settled to her knees and crouched down below the wall’s top line […]
This is a novel I wrote some four years ago. I’m publishing the first few chapters here just to see […]
Every day is different, if it wasn’t we would all be bored to death. But when you have a sickly […]
Harvey has good days and he has bad days, but lately they’re pretty good and he eats well, gets around and is enjoying his life.
I’ve spent a lot of time between the end of February and now sowing seeds, nurturing them, bringing them on and replanting them in the borders. Now I’m starting to see the results.
I am not adverse to making hard decisions, life and death decisions, and I did not want my dog Harvey to suffer.