. . . the once a year is the Mormom cricket migration.
Fun, especially when they get into the restaurants after you’ve run over a few hundred thousand of their family on Highway 50.
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.
