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The Last Love of Eleanor Sands-Five Chapter Sample

One It was spring, 1965 and one of those glorious days in Southern California, when a dry wind blows out from the desert and the sky is china blue and eternity seems to be right there, just beyond your reach. My father was busy backing his Rambler station wagon out of our garage. My mother, my older sister Rose and I were standing out in the driveway, waiting for him to clear the garage door, each of us washed, starched and perfumed in varying degrees. Read More +

I’m Already in Bondage, Thank You

Excerpt one from my young chick novel in progress, When Men Become Civilized   My girlfriend Kate kept going on and on about that book. And now the movie too. She wanted to get a dungeon or something. “Kate, that is so stupid.” “Why? Brett’s into it. Everybody’s into it these days.” I screamed. “No, I’m not into it.” Kate shrugged. “So, what about you?! What do you want?!” “I’m just curious, okay?” Kate was glued to a rerun of 2 Broke Girls and getting Read More +

If Not Yet Civilized

Excerpt two from my young chick novel in progress, When Men Become Civilized   Unable to sleep, I propped myself up in bed with my I-pad and typed in a search.   How to get away with murder.   Well, maybe it would be best if I didn’t go down that road. No way to tell if someone was watching, but probably. I tried the phrase ‘empowering women’ instead and oddly enough, this quote by Gertrude Stein came up.   “If a man is not Read More +

Kate’s Hanging

Excerpt three from my young chick novel in progress, When Men Become Civilized All that next day, my brain was operating on a binary level, one moment reliving the previous night’s ecstasies, the next moment, searching around for a more advanced trainee. When Kirk, a guy over in design passed by my cubicle and smiled sweetly in a nonsexual way, my radar unexpectedly locked in on him. He certainly set off all the right bells: trim, introspective, reminiscent of President Kennedy sailing at Hyannis Port Read More +

A Bit of Sea and Sand Cupped in Your Hands

It was a Saturday morning, two days after Christmas when Tara called to see if I wanted to drive down to Laguna Beach with her. I said sure. There was nothing to stop me. My mother was at the mall with my sister. My father was off working in his plumbing business and I was just hanging around the house feeling lost. Tara said something about visiting these two older guys she knew and rang off. Nothing else in the way of a plan had Read More +

The Pied Piper of Robin Glen

Robin Glen was not really the name of the town where I grew up, but as names go, it fits well enough. Orange groves carpeted the valleys. Avocado trees brushed the russet-colored hills. Snow-capped mountains glistened on the far horizon. In the days of my youth, Robin Glen was very much like one of those postcards they made about Southern California back in the fifties. The town was so far off the beaten path, the eucalyptus lined back roads simply wandered up into the hills Read More +