Hear my Brief Interview on the “Words to Write by” Podcast

Thank you to Kim Smuga-Otto and Renee K. Nelson for including me in their podcast! You can find my comments at 5:22, but you might enjoy the entire podcast episode.


I respond to Jack M. Bickham’s concept of sequels from his writing craft book Scene & Structure. Bingham calls sequels the glue that holds scenes together, in that scenes build on the action of previous scenes.

Kim’s provocative questions led me to describe how the structure of my novel Lucky Ride includes scenes that both enforce and violate Bingham’s tenets and assumptions. It was great fun.

I recommend the Words to Write by podcast for any writer who wishes they had time to read seminal writing craft books, including those from John Gardner and Ray Bradbury. Kim and Renee apply insight and wit to boil the books down to their basics, and they take on a different chapter or concept in each episode. Think of it as eating your dessert first.

New Poem “Peeling the Handle” in Front Porch Review

Homes for the Holidays -- about 1947 (50634302391)

My appreciation to the Publisher, Glen Phillips, for curating such a fine issue and including my poem.


“Peeling the Handle” springs from one of my very earliest memories. The timing of  its publication is perfect because the poem features my mother whose birthday comes in August.

My parents eloped to California and settled in Sioux Falls, South Dakota where I was born, though they never called it eloping. They lived in a Quonset hut recommissioned to house veterans on a South Dakota air force base after the government drew down the active units following WWII.

Neither set of my grandparents approved of the marriage because of conflicting religions, and my mother and father were too proud to renounce their backgrounds. My German Lutheran mother would never convert to the Roman Catholicism of my father’s Irish family nor would she raise her children Catholic. My father supported her conviction and refused to confess his sin in the eyes of the church or renounce his marriage. He stayed away from either denomination for most of his life.  

Leaving their families in Minneapolis must have been hard for both of them, but my mother had it worse because my father had already spent several years overseas in the Army. Once their children were born, both sets of grandparents welcomed them home in spite of the religious rift. So I guess my sisters and I played the role of peacemakers, though we were unaware at the time.

Note: the above Wikimedia Commons image shows Quonset huts in The Bronx in 1947.

You can check out more of my poems HERE