If you like to mix a little reality into your fiction, then you’ll enjoy this clever offering. This tongue-in-cheek tale of fiction is based loosely on real people and places. Come and find out where this adventure will take you.


Jewel thieves, hero dogs, white separatists and interior designers make for a tongue in cheek tale of murder and mayhem among the members of a not so exclusive country club.The story, sarcastic and irreverent at times, revolves around interior designers Kevin and Jenne O’Malley who seem to have a knack for attracting trouble.

My Books

When we sold our interior design firm in 2018 after twenty-three years in business, I found I had a little time on my hands.

I thought it might be fun to tell some of the stories and experiences I had, first as a kid and, then later on during my business career. The blog entries are all true events, the stories maybe not so much.

One thing led to another and I dusted off an old project I had been working on. It started with bits and pieces of thoughts and imaginings and then developed into a story that I called “Marty” for lack of a better title.

After several postings I pulled it down to attempt to expand it further and find a way to finish the adventure. The end result is now called “Bearied Treasure”. As you can imagine, the title is a play on words. Most of the story takes place on Vancouver and DeCourcy Islands and hopefully gives some flavor of the places. The venues are real and there are hotels and resorts located there, although not the ones described in the novel.

While I was waiting to edit and polish “Bearied Treasure”, at least somewhat, I had an idea for a story about a golf club in Bellevue, Washington. “Teed Up for Terror” is the result. Both are tongue-in-cheek little adventures that hopefully will make you smile during these trying times.

You can find both of them at

My Blog

Happy Twelfth, Jimmy

In honor of his twelfth year, I delivered a birthday story to our grandson, from the old days:   Hi Jimmy, Happy twelfth birthday!! I thought I’d write a little story for you. A long time ago there was a twelve-year-old kid who lived with his eight brothers and sisters in a tiny three-bedroom house. …
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Jim, Again

A couple of posts ago I talked about my buddy, Jim, the fanatical golf course superintendent from Ohio. The guy is still talked about in the Northwest Ohio chapter of the association, a true legend. One afternoon on a crisp fall day Jim decided to take a scythe to the tall clumps of grass along…
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The Game

Golfers come in all ages, sizes and genders. Some folks have only played for a few years, some have only recently taken up the game. For a lot of us though, we’ve been playing regularly for 30, 40, 50 years or more. And, for those of us in the latter category, it’s probably the most…
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My Buddy, Jim

When I first entered the workforce in the early 70’s, after my two-year stint with Uncle Sam, I ended up working for the golf course division of OM Scott & Sons. I moved to Ohio, settled in Norwalk, and began my career as a certified agronomist calling on golf course superintendents throughout northwestern Ohio. During…
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Caddy Pads

When you’re the second oldest of a large Irish Catholic family you learn to improvise in almost any situation. As has been previously mentioned, my caddying career began around age ten – near as I can remember. Every Monday a “caddy school” was in session. This consisted of one of the older caddies or one…
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Just Enjoy It

Years ago, my son, Teddy, and I took a trip to Ireland. He had just graduated from high school; I was a newly divorced single dad and it seemed like a good opportunity for some male bonding. Being of Irish heritage, I was looking forward to visiting the Emerald Isle for the first time. Teddy,…
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