Tales from FAR Manor

Living in the free-range insane asylum all these years has rubbed off on me, it seems. Why else would I plan to release two  stories in one ...

The wife asked me to clean off the computer desk in Mason’s room, because she wants to move her video editing system in there. Then the old ...

The conclusion… The mantle clock struck midnight. As the last chime died away, a tall, thin man stood in the living room, facing the Guar...

We’re definitely in the Countdown to Christmas. A week and a day before the wrapping paper flies. Mason is old enough, this year, to unders...

Sonya Clark’s comment last week gave me an idea, and I got to write some more about the no-nonsense guardians… “Heyyyy laaaadieeeeezzz…” ...

Vacations always have a sunset clause The problem with escaping FAR Manor is that I can’t stay  escaped. And the recapture always happen...

The sound of an unfamiliar vehicle brought the guardians alert. Only their eyes moved as they watched. Carolers, perhaps , one said. Not t...

Mason shows us his latest shell The first couple days of vacation, with a toddler, are best spent simultaneously unwinding and establish...

I wonder if it’s for longevity as much as anything else, but Cindy Vaskova and Helen Howell both tagged me with this one within a day of...

For the first time in far too long, we all got to escape FAR Manor. Wife-o-licious tried to get her dad to come, but he flip-flopped around ...

The holiday food binge went as expected: we all ate way too much. Daughter Dearest had to work on Black Friday, fortunately just the 10am to...

This is the intro to a third Accidental Sorcerers story, of the same name. I'll start writing the rest of it once I finish the second o...

I don’t need pity. So what if I’m deaf? Not only do I miss the banal noise of everyday life, it’s awesome PR. I could be lost in a sea of wo...

First, let's welcome the new visitors to the free-range insane asylum: Patricia Lynne —one of my writing buddies, and she's from ...

I thought we could all use a little non-partisan laugh after the long cat fight… It started in Chicago, of course, but not for the reason...

Just a little writing to wibble about this week. I’ve been cheering on everyone participating in NaNoWriMo, though. I’ve learned somethi...

With some of the things my online friends up north are dealing with this week, I got in the mood to write another one of these. Earlier in...

Arrrr, ye lusty wenches! He’s gonna board yer heart, while his granddad plunders yer booty! And with Daughter Dearest, definitely looki...

It is with great pleasure that I welcome EJ Hobbs , a former FAR Manor inmate, to the online version of the free-range insane asylum! EJ is ...

The White Pickups blog tour drove off, and left two winners in its wake: 2nd place , a copy of White Pickups :  Jess Richardson And the ...