My dad was stationed at Ft. Bragg in 1940-something. My mom hated it there. She once offered an over-burdened Black woman her seat near the front of a bus. The lady turned her down. My mom said, "Those people are still fighting the Civil War."

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.