My Books

Most of my days begin just before the rising of the sun, in that brief time when the first rays of light start to streak across the sky. By the time most of the world is stirring, I have gone through several cups of coffee. Across the street, St. Helena's church bells, circa 1712, strike 6 and echo across our sleepy town.
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I write from a small 1930s vintage brick home on a quiet street in the heart of Historic Beaufort, S.C. It's perfect. From here, I can inhale the aroma of pluff mud and feel salt breezes as the tide goes out. Even on the dreariest January day, a walk to the waterfront is as restorative as watching a sunrise over the great salt marsh in all its golden splendor.