Blazing Community Spirit - A recently divorced mother and her ten year old son move from Sherwood Park to the small village of Holden, Alberta.

Friendships and romance develop while they enjoy the village lifestyle. 

My first book, Blazing Community Spirit is available on amazon for $15.

The Brothers of McCauley, Edmonton - David is opening a cannabis cafe on 98th Street. His younger brother is a pastor who works at a drop-in centre on 96th Street. Their friend Ryan is the proprietor of a vintage furniture shop in Little Italy on 95th Street. David and Peter's cousin Kees is visiting from Holland during a pivotal summer in their lives.

My second book, The Brothers of McCauley, Edmonton is available on amazon for $12.

This is what I am currently working on - maybe it will find its way into my third book.

Chapter One

There are things we know about Dunbar Fardknocker. For example, his grandfather told him that they were actually the Fartknockers, but an official at customs and immigration decided to change it to a more appropriate Canadian form. His grandfather had told him this on one of their fishing trips. Of course, there are things we do not know about Dunbar Fardknocker, although nothing that couldn't easily be invented by the author. Today, Dunbar was feeling humiliated. He stared out the part of the school bus window that he had cleared the ice from. He thawed an additional area with his thumb, and then used his nails to scrap the window. It was slushy work. Dunbar wanted to see more. The bus lurched forward, travelling on roads that traffic had kept clear of snow, two clear laneways for each tire. The rest of the road, and the sidewalks and houses of Edmonton were covered in snow. For Dunbar it was all the same. Between his teacher's nagging that he address the math problems as laid out, his mother's insistence at home that he do his homework first - "You will appreciate this when you have a good job as an adult" - he felt like he had no refuge that was truly his. Other than his grandfather's twelve foot rowboat. Dunbar spent last summer with him at Moose Lake. His grandfather has a lakefront trailer with three bedrooms, with the rowboat they used for fishing dragged up the shore. Dunbar's fair German skin - Fardknocker was originally a German surname - was golden brown like a bag of brown sugar and he spent hours everyday in that boat - catching up to their limit. "That's the secret your mama won't tell yah" his grandfather told him squarely. "If you are smart, you never will have to work. Not at school, not too much. Not as an adult either. There are lots of ways to be lazy, and be proud of it. For generations people have had to work like dogs. So I'm going fishing today." His grandfather laughed, a great big chuckle as his eyes glistened as he surveyed the waters of Moose Lake. He was a decidedly overweight man, blue eyes with blonde hair turned white by the sun. Later, he would drive Dunbar into Bonnyville for an ice cream cone. When Dunbar looked back on the Albertan summer, early days in the boat, evenings in the hammock between a couple of black aspen, it was just one continuous delight after another. He met a couple friends in that subdivision, friends that didn't know him from school. At school things were tough. Dunbar thought grade seven would be better. He was in high school now. Except apparently the bullies just got bigger. This one guy has a full mustache! Anyway he felt humiliated today. The teacher in science class had asked, "What is the scientific word that defines any living thing or creature?" Dunbar had actually reviewed this the previous night with his mother watching over his shoulder. "An orgasm!" he called out. The teacher's face went white. "I think you mean an organism," she explained as the class all laughed at him. Even the cool guys who always sit at the back and don't pay attention, apparently they were paying attention to that.

"Bought this fifty-three International Harvester to haul coal 

 Blue, rusted, and dented, it is a beast most powerful 

 Hauling fuel for my greenhouse, down Bruce Road 

 Smooching and snuggling while filling up the load" 

- Bruce Road poem