Born at the dawn of the Space Age, I have always been fascinated with the fantastic and wondrous. I love to read stories that invoke a sense of wonder, and those are the kinds of stories I love to write.
Without the news of the new world, there would be no more expeditions across the Atlantic Ocean for a very long time. The fact that Columbus did not return from his ill-fated and poorly conceived voyage was proof, in the minds of skeptical Europeans, that going West across the Atlantic was foolish.
Portugal was working on developing the route to India by going around Africa, and began to establish colonies along the way. Spain would have no choice but to join their efforts. Portuga
"Columbus left with three small ships. The largest was the Santa Maria, a carrack owned and captained by Juan de la Cosa. La Niña and the Pinta were small caravels owned by the Pinzón brothers, Martin and Vicente Yáñez. Most of the crews were experienced Portuguese sailors, loyal to the Pinzóns.
On October 12, the lookout sighted land after a voyage of only five weeks. Columbus thought he had found the Japans, but it was actually the Bahamas.
The Muslim Kingdom of Granada fell to the monarchs Ferdinand II of Aragon and Isabella I of Castile, uniting Spain under their rule. In addition, they expelled all Jews in Spain who refused to convert to Christianity by royal edict. By seizing the lands and wealth held by the non-Christians in their country, the rulers of Spain hoped to offset the expenses of their military efforts.
Still, the coffers in Córdoba begged for gold, and
I have written a new story, which is available on Amazon.com as a Kindle book. This novela has been a labor of love for many years for me, and I am happy to finally see it published. If you decide to purchase it, please leave a review on Amazon.com. Good or bad, a review always helps the author, and I appreciate the feedback.
Blue Tiger: Sex and Death on the Night the Shades CameI have written (and will continue to add to) a series of adult-oriented urban fantasy stories, to be published for Amazon Kindle. This is my first effort with self-publishing, and I realize the subject matter is going to be controversial. If you decide to buy one of the stories, please post a review on Amazon. The review can be positive or negative, just be honest and polite. The more reviews I get the better, I've been told. Thanks!
I look around the classroom and I see the masks of my peers, equals in the bondage of maturity. I think I can also see who they were, as the days of memory accumulate like the birth of another person with the same soul. Forms change without awareness. Not new, but not the same, either. Only the pinpoint between the temples maintains the muster-sheet of identity. Call the roll now.
There are six-year-olds playing peek-a-boo among the desks. Chasing that big red ball of time down the hall. B
Taking care of a brother can be both challenging and rewarding.
My older brother (I’m not going to mention his name, since he is easily embarrassed) has difficulty answering the question, “Paper or plastic?” at the checkout line. He stops and thinks about it. This isn't a question with high stakes, nor will the world end based on the next words that come out of his mouth, but it does require him to change gears and consider the matter seriously. Up until that moment, he was
There sits a small framed portrait of my mother on the top of the tall bookcase next to my desk at home. Beside the portrait is the plastic funeral urn that holds her ashes, and beside that is a plastic plant, because she was always good with houseplants and I am not.
In the portrait, her face is enigmatic. A little bit sad and a little bit proud. I didn’t see it before, but I see it now and I know why.
She gave birth to four sons, raised them to be good men, and waved