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Welcome to my dead-ready website.
“Getting dead ready” was my mother’s phrase. She didn’t use it in a morbid manner. It meant doing such things as organizing financial files in three-ring notebooks or cleaning out a closet of old blankets. Emptying my hard drive of stories never released is getting dead ready.

St. George Island is near the mouth of the Potomac River. In 1985 it came to be that I landed from afar and firmly planted one foot here. It was then a small fishing village. By 2000 I still had one foot out but the fishing village was gone.