I have this need to examine dysfunction and its extraordinary reach into the future of its victims." 

-- Judith Guest, from her "Dark Matters" blog




I love my family... the stillness of my cabin in northern Michigan... lifelong friends, like the Pilford Pines ladies... book discussion groups... cooking... gardening... my truck... my cats... laughter... and finding a survivor instinct amidst tragedy in some of my characters while I am looking over their shoulder as I type.



Life is a stream where men sink or swim,

And the drifters come to a sorry end;

But there's two of you living and breathing still—

The fellow you are, and he's tough to see,

And another chap, if you've got the will,

The man that you still have a chance to be.


-- excerpt from one of thousands of poems written by my great-uncle Edgar Guest