I am fortunate to live in the remarkable Great Basin. Just an hour drive away are the oldest trees on Earth — the Bristlecone Pines.

I’ve also been a few times to southwest Utah — Bryce Canyon, Zion, and Escalante, then back past the 8,000 year old Aspen Grove.

Then there’s my own quince tree, at the end of the street, it catches the litter that blows through the neighborhood, gift wrap, an ad for the bunny ranch, and once, a $20 bill, inspiring my short story, “The Cannibis Lady”.

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.

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