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THE TEMPLE OF AIR was named Book of the Year by Chicago Writers Association, Devil's Kitchen Readers Awardee, and finalist for the Society of Midland Authors Award.

We waited for the bus each morning at the end of our driveway on Greenwood Avenue, a stretch of road then that was sleepy, a huge, empty field across from our house, and up the block a Sinclair station with that big Dino the Dinosaur in front.

He tested it with his fingers — sucking air back in through his clenched teeth as he did.

What matters is getting back to work, telling the next story that is ready to be written, and putting your energy into the creative process.

She shares a home with her husband —Mr.

The dialogue was between a sarcastic father and his fourteen-year-old son.

School was just a month away.

That is the stuff of bad spy movies, surely; not the AP wire! I abandoned it after about three chapters.

I can be dangerous, fierce, and powerful while also being cute, innocent, and young.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.