I have been a story teller for as long as I can remember. Here is a small selection of my work.
A Sad State of Affairs
It was a warm, quiet Saturday like any other in Gonzales. At the St. James Catholic Cemetery, humidity hung in the air and a short-lived breeze hinted at an approaching storm. Cicadas sang in the trees. Johnny Camarillo pulled his weed eater from the bed of his F-150 and jerked the pull-chord bringing life to the machine.
The three-and-a-half-hour drive from Houston to Dallas on Interstate 45 is a humdrum inconvenience — even on the prettiest of days. Miles of asphalt carve through the Texas landscape only to be intermittently interrupted by itty-bitty towns, which are there and gone in the blink of an eye.
For seven months, I was a transplant in western Nebraska. I designed newspaper pages and briefly wrote for the weekly special section Farm & Ranch. Even though I did not find all the stories I wanted to, I enjoyed my time all the same. You can find my stories on the Star-Herald’s website.