Month: November 2018



I fully intended to write about this on  Hallowe’en.  I’d just finished reading Fanboys Vs. Zombies, absurdist horror fiction of a wonderfully geeky degree, a short time earlier and then, boom, my grandmother died and my motivation died with her. At least, motivation to write about things of a more upbeat disposition. The novel I’m …


All My Grandparents Are Dead

The first, my dad’s dad, died before I was born.  My step-grandfather died in my mid-twenties, a wonderful man with a penchant for smiles, a gift for the harmonica and a gun-toting, tree-burning hatred of raccoons in the yard of his farm. His wife, my paternal grandmother, was next.  Like I suspect I’ll be, she …