I remember like it was yesterday. It was late on a hot Friday afternoon in mid-
August and the sun was shining with the fierceness that August is notorious for, even in Northern California. Everywhere I looked there were trees and flowers and beautiful lawns. ~excerpt from short story
"How I Came To Dominican,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2011
, Article 19.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2011/iss1/19