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BOW WOW: Sneak Peek


May 2nd, 2017 Posted 8:32 am

(Coming in 28 days. This is from page one. BOW WOW is 3rd in the Bowser and Birdie middle-school series. Adults can read them, but fake ID required.)

The humans in our family all turned to me: Birdie, Mama, Grammy. “What the heck is that blasted barking about?” Grammy said.

Someone was barking? I listened my hardest, heard no barking. This was a strange day already and it had hardly even started.

“Maybe he’s upset that you’re leaving, Mama,” Birdie said.

Mama bent down, gave me a pat. “Is that it, Bowser? Upset that I’m leaving?”

“Bull puckey,” said Grammy. “How would he even know you’re leaving?”

Whoa! Mistakes were going by so fast I could hardly keep up.




The Right Side: Sneak Peek At The Beginning


April 6th, 2017 Posted 9:52 am

“Just want to make sure I’ve got your name right.” The man – Machado, read the tag hung around his neck – swiveled sideways to check his computer. The chair made a squeaky sound, intolerable to the woman sitting on the other side of the desk. It sparked a headache in the spot where her headaches got sparked these days, a headache that then blossomed like an explosion in slow motion, so slow you might have thought it would peter out, or be easily stopped. She knew better.

Machado – Dr. Ernest Machado, Psychiatric Services, according to the name tag – squinted at the screen. “Still getting used to these darn progressives,” he said, tapping his glasses.

“Poor you,” she said.

(coming June 27)



ARF: Sneak Peek 2


April 22nd, 2016 Posted 7:42 am

“Hey, Junior,” Birdie said, as we walked onto the bridge.

“Hey,” said Junior Tebbets, jiggling his bamboo pole.

“You fish without a reel?” Birdie said.

“Why not?”

“Catching anything?”


“What’re you fishing for?”


“What bait?”

Junior peered over the railing. His line hung straight down, disappeared into the water. “Mouse.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Dead mouse,” Junior said.

“You’re using a dead mouse for bait?”

“Like, wouldn’t it be kind of cruel to hook ‘em live?” Junior said. “Found this one under the truck when my dad drove away.”

“Under the food truck?” Birdie said.

“Scooped it right up. Everyone knows catfish go for stinky things.”

“Then everyone knows wrong,” Birdie said. “Shiners is what they like.”

“Shiners?” Junior jiggled the pole. That made tiny waves down in the bayou, but no fish appeared.

– coming Tuesday!



ARF: Sneak Peek


April 19th, 2016 Posted 9:14 am

“What a jerk,” Birdie said.

“Didn’t I mention that already?” said Nola.

Preston was still in the window, a big grin on his face. Most human smiles are happy and just seeing them gives you a good feeling. Others send a nasty message. Preston’s was of that kind. It got me riled up a bit. Not much I could do about it, not with Preston up there and me down here. I could growl at him, of course, or bark, or …

A very pleasant idea hit me from out of the blue. Maybe it would have hit you, too, if you’d been in my position. If so, the next thing you’d have done would have been to trot in a leisurely way across the Richelieus’s lovely soft lawn, over to a flowering bush near the house. A big bush with lots of flowers in all kinds of colors, really a thing of beauty. Then you’d have raised your leg and marked that beautiful flowering bush, marked it to the best of your ability, meaning up, down, sideways, and even inside out – one of my very best techniques, which often ends with me in tangle but this time did not.

“Uh-oh,” Nola said.

– coming one week from today.


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