A Caledonian Journey

Anger built on Zeke's face. "What are you talking about? I don't understand every word, but I get the drift." Zeke raised ...

Beyond the door lay a vast cavern. The lamps penetrated only a few feet into the darkness, but their footsteps echoed a long way into the ch...

Johnston pried the plywood off the door. In faded letters, a sign on the door read, "Danger! Keep out - DO NOT OPEN!" "I do...

Weyman Clark took the lead as the group started its descent into the mine, with Zeke then Gayle behind him and Vernon bringing up the rear, ...

One evening, drinking in a seedy bar in Morgaine, Vernon Eastcott heard a rumor from a man who claimed he worked as a foreman in the old min...

I have been known to use these pages to describe some of my own adventures in the Steamlands. The manuscript that follows is not part of my ...

Paid family leave - it’s all the rage! Getting to spend sixteen weeks with that newborn child and still collect a paycheck sounds like a gre...

My number came up for jury duty a month or so ago and I ended up having to report in on Monday. The system is usually not too crazy: get a n...

Ana from the Well-Appointed Desk blog had a recent piece motivated by an article on Facebook’s new work space in Menlo Park, California. ...

It was a scenario too bizarre for the Onion : Donald Trump as the Republican nominee for President. Hard to imagine, and yet at this point i...