My latest book, The Bonnie and Clyde Files: How Two Senior Dogs Saved a Middle Aged Man is out.
This is book launch week and in the following days I will share some excerpts from the book and other writing related to it.
I invite you to support me and an independent Oregon publisher by purchasing direct from my web site, nestuccaspitpress.com
Only 300 copies of the book were printed. It is not available in bookstores (yet). Your purchase of this special edition will help keep me in the writing and publishing game. I have a lot more stories to tell.
About the book:
“In 2017, at the age of 53, I experienced an extinction of self. For the first time in my life, I could not get a job, I was nearly broke, and I had no freedom of movement or conscience. I was an American outcast trapped in a labyrinth known as probation, desperately engaged in the ultimate struggle to stave off marginalization. There I was, lying on the couch, talking to my dead husky, words echoing through the house that was empty because I had performed terrible hospice care on myself and given away almost everything.
Then I found two senior dogs named Bonnie and Clyde, residents of a senior dog sanctuary along a river. There, walking two dogs, I resurrected as a human being. I read the river, tracked elk, watched birds, slayed blackberries, skipped rocks, cursed clearcuts, walked in rain and went deep into heretofore unknown areas of my creative mind. With Bonnie and Clyde at my side, I learned important lessons of faith, friendship, family, face-to-face encounters and the timeless remedy of nature, lessons I intuit can enlighten others who experience a cataclysmic personal event.
In The Bonnie and Clyde Files, I merge essay, cultural criticism, memoir, streams of consciousness and poetry to create a hybrid of a genre that is unlike any dog book I have ever read. I wrote on instinct, channeled Walt Whitman, and became a dog to better explore humanity, my country and the treatment of men and women at the hands of the state’s criminal justice system. I wrote to understand all the terrible, bizarre and wonderful things that were happening to me.”