Hurl's Treehouse

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Waving Goodbye

Growing up, my bedroom window looked out over the driveway in our small-town tract home. My ear learned the sound of vehicles coming and going. When my dad left for...

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To Be a Grown-Up

When I was a kid, the adult world was as alien as Mars. Not only was I incapable of living there, I had no desire to. The landscape was inhabited...

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We’re All Writers

Some people seem impressed when they discover I’ve published a book. To be clear, I’m extremely proud of Chasing Rainbows and Dogs that Won’t Hunt. I love the characters and...