Nothing like receiving my first fan letter from a reader of Hardpan. Donna Markle attended my book reading at Bloomsbury Books in Ashland, Oregon in January 2016. She grew up in Casper, Wyoming, not far from Clark, the setting for Part I of my novel. Thank you, Donna!

While visiting Berlin and Budapest in early October, I stopped by book stores to ask if they would consider adding my debut novel, Hardpan, to their shelves. They expressed a strong interest, and explained how I will need to go thru wholesalers to make this happen. Both stores carry many books by American novelists (Jonathan

From successful author Lee Gant: “Hardpan. I love the image that brings to mind: dry, cracked clay dirt…powdered earth rising from sunbaked ground with every booted step. Makes me want to dust off my jeans. Great title for this family saga set in Clark, Wyoming about a family grappling with the changing American West. I’m

Exciting news: my first novel, Hardpan, was published August 1st by Westerly Directions Press. E-books are now available from Apple iBooks: https://itun.es/us/fwu48.I and Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/, as well as online from B&N Nook. Print books will also be available soon. Set in Clark, Wyoming in the mid-1950s, Hardpan tells the journey of a young ranch family

Linda squeezed her mother hard around her waist, not wanting to let go. She got a whiff of her mother’s skin, still damp from her morning shower, the fragrance of violets from the talcum powder dusted on her shoulders and neck. More than her mother’s sweet smell caught her attention. Jo’s reddish-blonde hair was pulled

This holiday season marks a year since my husband took the plunge. “I saw this ad on Craig’s List for a holiday job with FedEx,” Bob reported nonchalantly. “I’m going to meet a guy named Eddy for an interview at the FedEx terminal near the airport.” I didn’t object. A couple of weeks could put some cash

Quiet pervaded the house before the morning crush. Only the hum of the fridge broke the silence. Soon everyone would be fighting for the only bathroom. Kurt scooped coffee grounds from the bright red MJB can into the aluminum percolator. He shoved the top down, turned the electric burner on high, and waited for the

Clark, Wyoming. Summer 1956 “When will you pick us up, Daddy?” Jean asked. “After mowing.” “Don’t forget us!” Linda shouted at his back as he leapt across the dry creek bed to his pickup. He glanced around. “I won’t. Now remember, girls. Keep the sheep away from that hole in the fence.” “We will, Daddy.”