It wasn’t until the summer of 2020, that I learned Fort Bragg, North Carolina, was named for a confederate general. For our family, it was one of the many Army bases dad was assigned to that mom hated. It was in 1940-something they lived there. She told me often, “They’re still fighting the Civil War.” One day she was near the front of a crowded bus when a black lady struggling with a heavy load of bags boarded. Mom got up and offered the…
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.