On the way: Cress on the Bay

I’ve gotten a lot of good feedback on Cress in Waterbee. It’s great when people see the vision you see, isn’t it? I’m currently working on the second novel in The Cress Series, entitled Cress on the Bay.

1887. Now ten, Cress Steward is on her way from Waterbee, Vermont to Frimond Bay, a town on the Lost Coast of California. As a biracial child in the Victorian age, Cress is told little about her origins. A man Cress knew as Mister Jake is related to the white family that first took her in. When Cress finds out that Mister Jake is her father, she is certain he cares nothing for her.

Yet a letter invites Cress to spend a year with Jake in Frimond Bay. Knowing little about her white father, and even less about her black mother, Cress accepts the invitation. And while the letter was signed ‘Jake Steward’, he is not the person who invited her.

Here’s a sample. Enjoy!

“Figures.” Jake grumbled. From the window of his study, he watched a rainstorm darken the Pacific. When Jake first bought his estate, its view of Frimond Bay and the harbor pleased him. He was often told that the sight of his home gave greater comfort than the lighthouse. One time his sister-in-law overheard the compliment and said ‘You certainly have the look of a hero.’ The memory of her smugness returned Jake to his desk. Continue reading “On the way: Cress on the Bay”

Cress in Waterbee, Chapter 2

Another Path

Icy rain fell as Romah walked along Temple Street. While crossing the main road, several thoughts beat in time with her heart. The train might delay. What if she had to stand for hours at the station, wet in her wool stockings? It might give her time to lose her resolve. Though the ticket lay in her handbag, Romah saw herself running back to her mother. “Uccellina,” Mrs. Gornan had said, “my little bird is leaving me.” After a two-day journey, Romah would arrive in Vermont. She was to start on the Waterbee Watchman in two weeks, having told the editor that she didn’t need time to settle in. Or to change my mind, she added to herself. Continue reading “Cress in Waterbee, Chapter 2”

Why We Stare

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I’VE DONE IT – been out somewhere and saw an interracial couple. What goes through the minds of us who stare? ‘They should be with their own kind’. ‘You want a white girl THAT BAD?’ ‘Somebody’s rebelling’. I’m happy to say I’ve never thought the first one. If you’re dating a human, then you’re with your own kind. I’ll worry when you start checking out pelicans. Continue reading “Why We Stare”