How the novels of Dorothy B. Hughes provided the inspiration to finish Left on Rancho.

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Twenty five years in tech and nothing happened. Then I went to work in cannabis.

Reclassifying marijuana to Schedule III is a good firststep, but more needs to be done.

Federico Rampini is full of shit.

I was not surprised at the initial responses: a fifty-fifty split.

Insights and inspiration for Left on Rancho . . . and the next novel.