I’m lucky that my parents lived to ripe old ages and passed away from natural causes.
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.
I’m lucky that my parents lived to ripe old ages and passed away from natural causes.
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.
