A Wandering Tale


A week late for the 20th anniversary of Andrew, I know, but I’ve had hurricane on the brain this week too, so I wrote about Andrew for my blog on Novel Adventurers. Growing up in Miami in the ’80s, hurricanes were like the boy who cried wolf—forever threatening, but never delivering. I associated them strictly with a day off from school. An afternoon tropical storm often seemed more threatening than a hurricane…. Read More