JB believes that all things are possible, that without dreams, nothing is. Mentored by many gifted friends, she has been writing for more than twenty years. Although she favors writing novels, she has contributed to writer's magazines, as well as to Nikoo McGoldrick and James A. McGoldrick's Marriage of Minds; Collaborative Fiction Writing. Presently, she is hard at work on another novel, Shug, set in Virginia during the 1940s. Some of her short stories may be read online in Yesterday's Magazette.

She lives with her husband, Hugh, in Sarasota, Florida. They enjoy family get-togethers, target shooting, golf and fishing, and cruising with friends.
 
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   Frozen Stiff  10/1/2008
  One day back in the winter of 1929, the wind blew up quite a snowstorm, howling through the valley and racing over the river in a small railroad town in Estill County, Kentucky. I was just a small child, six or seven, the best I remember, and snowstorms were not unusual, but this one was different. More than likely, it stands out in my memory because of what happened that night. ...Read More
   Dog Days of Summer  9/10/2008
  In the days when the sun burns hot and the air stands still, the seas boil, wine turns sour, man and beast become languid, and dogs grow mad. The Greeks and ancient Romans viewed these days, early July through early September, as an evil time. They called them "days of the dogs." As a young child in Kentucky, I grew to fear the approach of July, when the air between land and sky trembled with heat, and the hay in the fields shriveled into itself to hide from it. "Dog days is here," my grandmother would warn, "stay away from bats, skunks, and dogs what foams at the mouth. They'll bite ye and turn ye into one of 'em. Ye'll beg fer water and scream at the sight of it." ...Read More
   It's in the Can  8/13/2008
  When I shut the door to my room, all I could think of was that five gallon lard can Paul and I hid in an old abandoned tobacco barn off Barnes Mill Road. We had buried it beneath a mound of musty and mildewed hay piled in a dark back corner. ...Read More
 
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