When I was a kid, my mom used to let our canary, Tweetie, out of the cage to clean it, while I followed Tweetie around the house. One day we lost track of him. When we came home from watching a movie, probably "Lilies of the Field" - she thought of the one place she hadn't looked and pulled out our Westinghouse refrigerator. There he was panting on the floor behind it. He quickly recovered.

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.