Circle of Magic

Speaking of which, a bit on the origin of Circle of Magic. Those middle-grade novels started off as paragraphs and pages that Debra and I wrote to each other before we were married while I was in the Navy; she in Philadelphia, me off in the Med on USS Savannah (AOR-4), she in grad school. Continue reading “Circle of Magic”

In Which I Visit a Museum

And there see a submarine. Some years ago, for reasons that matter not to our story, I was driving around northern New Jersey when I saw something by the side of the road.  “By golly,” I said, “that looks like a Holland submarine!”  I pulled over and walked to it.  It was!  Holland boat #2,Continue reading “In Which I Visit a Museum”