Nov 21, 2018
1 min read
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.
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