The American River is born along the crest of the Sierra Nevada mountain range. Fed by melting snow, rivulets of water trickle from the crevices of giant granite boulders, and begin their journey westward toward the distant sea. Joining, they grow stronger--become stream--become creek--flowing ... View Post
Archives for June 2015
My American River
Every summer when I was growing up, there would be stories in the newspaper about people drowning in the American River. Sometimes the people were “missing” and were “feared to have drowned in the raging waters.” Other times, people fell from boats or were seen trying to swim across the ... View Post
Let’s Start Something
Mallory is starting work on a new series of books with a paranormal twist. Here's a little preview. From an early age, Epiphany Mayall knew that she had unusual “intuition.” She “knew” about things before they happened, announcing visitors, for example, hours before their actual arrival. She also ... View Post
