First I wrote because I love to write. Then I wrote to preseve the memory of a 1960s neighborhood that saved my life after my father died. The Widow's son. Next I wrote to challenge myself to better understand a person who may be the opposite of who I am. River Ghosts. (Nom de plume B.R. Robb.) This year I wrote because no one else appeared to write about baby boomer women within an apparently happy marriage and their inherent fears of aging. My Occasional Torment. (Nom de plume Bee Robb) Othe more...
