A Camel Named Tom Marley Made Me Choose: Be Right or Be Happy?

He was a racing camel “Tom Marley is a racing camel,” Ahmed said. “The fastest in all of the Sinai.” “Tom Marley?” I asked. “Not Bob?” Ahmed appeared somewhat surprised by my ignorance, but the stupidity of tourists is known the world over. Ahmed patiently explained that Tom Marley, the racing camel, was named after Tom… Continue reading A Camel Named Tom Marley Made Me Choose: Be Right or Be Happy?

Thigh Highs

Short Story Ellie pulled her hip waders up over her jeans and ran the straps through her belt. “There you go, Baby,” she said to Nathan, “You wanted to see me in thigh highs.” She mock-posed and laughed, the sun reflecting off her aviator sunglasses and her thick, black braids lying on her shoulder. Behind… Continue reading Thigh Highs

Raven-related stories

Stories inspired by my daughter If you arrived here after reading the Raven and the Mango Roadtrip, I hope you enjoyed the series. I started it trying to write a detective-type story set in Mexico with characters based on my daughter and me. I wrote it by the seat of my pants, and it veered… Continue reading Raven-related stories

One More Smoothie

Raven Series Part #18 | Jump to Raven # 1  I sat on the river bank watching Raven swim in the slow, clear river. She’d wanted to decompress after the confrontation at Cenote Cardenas, and this was one of her favorite spots.  It was one of the rare places the water flowing through the cenotes… Continue reading One More Smoothie

Raven Unbound

This is Part #17 | Jump to Raven # 1  Don Hidalgo stood holding the bound Raven in one hand and aiming a pistol at Don Pedro with the other. Don Pedro scowled back at him. “Don Hidalgo, don’t do this,” Pato said. “Nothing ends well with guns.” “A chance I’ll take,” Hidalgo said, “since… Continue reading Raven Unbound

Never Trust a Nobleman

Raven Series Part #16 | Jump to Raven # 1  I was surprised to see Pato the next afternoon when I pulled into the lot at Cenote Cardenas. He had parked next to the wooden stairway leading down to the water and was sitting on the open tailgate of his truck, Silver, smoking a cigarette.… Continue reading Never Trust a Nobleman