The Saturday Evening Studio Series
America Rising: The Spy Who Listened
In British-held New York, Nathan Hale enters enemy country disguised as a schoolmaster, carrying hidden intelligence, quiet courage, and one life to lose for liberty.
America Rising: The Spy Who Listened
In British-held New York, Nathan Hale enters enemy country disguised as a schoolmaster, carrying hidden intelligence, quiet courage, and one life to lose for liberty.
America Rising: Coffee With Traitors
Tonight, beneath the Green Dragon Tavern, coffee brews black, candles burn low, and men the Crown would call traitors begin to feel a country rising in the room.
America Rising: Coffee With Traitors
Tonight, beneath the Green Dragon Tavern, coffee brews black, candles burn low, and men the Crown would call traitors begin to feel a country rising in the room.
Tonight, We Light the First Candle
Tonight, we light the first candle. A prelude to America Rising: The 1776 Series, thirteen original stories honoring America’s first thirteen states through lantern-lit historical fiction.
Tonight, We Light the First Candle
Tonight, we light the first candle. A prelude to America Rising: The 1776 Series, thirteen original stories honoring America’s first thirteen states through lantern-lit historical fiction.
Treasure Ship of the East Bay
Saturday Evening Studio Series: Hetch Hetchy alley, Carl, a storm-torn fence, a silver Airstream, and the bad idea two Fremont boys mistook for treasure.
Treasure Ship of the East Bay
Saturday Evening Studio Series: Hetch Hetchy alley, Carl, a storm-torn fence, a silver Airstream, and the bad idea two Fremont boys mistook for treasure.
Apricots After Dark
June 19, 2026. A Saturday Evening Studio story about Bullard Street, apricots after dark, a stop sign, one open window, neighborhood justice, and the Fremont mothers who gave freedom its...
Apricots After Dark
June 19, 2026. A Saturday Evening Studio story about Bullard Street, apricots after dark, a stop sign, one open window, neighborhood justice, and the Fremont mothers who gave freedom its...
If At First You Don’t Succeed ... Fry, Fry Again
I was thirteen. I’d won my first championship fight, which meant my confidence was in excellent shape and my judgment had wandered off unsupervised. That’s a dangerous age for a...
If At First You Don’t Succeed ... Fry, Fry Again
I was thirteen. I’d won my first championship fight, which meant my confidence was in excellent shape and my judgment had wandered off unsupervised. That’s a dangerous age for a...