I’m happy to be 500 miles from my (I think there may be only one left, but she’s a loud one) maga relatives — it’s just my hubby, son and I enjoying cheese fondu for thanksgiving:)
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.
