After being absent from the Internet for over six long weeks packing and moving from, “The Land of Enchantment” to our new house in“Big D.” I was pointing out to the movers where to place the large items in each of the rooms asking them to please be careful to not mark the wood flooring. Watching them work tirelessly in the hot humid weather I offered them each a cold bottle of water. They thanked me and that’s when it happened. One mover asked why I was moving from Albuquerq

The Kachada Series is written for today's audiences who are adrenaline junkies looking for the raw fearlessness of a protagonist who possesses the courage to take them on an emotional roller coaster ride and make them hold on for dear life. Your palms will sweat as your emotions ricochet between loving, crying, hating, praying and cheering for Kachada as the riddles of his past help him to cope with his precarious future. You might like to make your friends aware of this ruth

The Kachada Series is a violent fiction thriller written without remorse. The study of one man’s life from his inaugural breath to his very last. This tale is where two unlikely universes—the chilling traditions of the Comanche Tribe and the ruthless code of the Sicilian Mafia—mysteriously intersect. The once passive and brilliant young Kachada Toscano had dreams of saving lives as a neurosurgeon when at the age of nineteen, his bright future is stamped with an expiration dat

Standing on the Rue du Temple in Paris in front of the Modus Gallery within the shadows of the Eiffel Tower I stop in mid-stride as if I had just discovered a new species. The powerful color and design taunt passers-by to stop and take a closer look. I muster the courage and step into the crowd and see the poster promoting a new showing. I read the large lettered headline: Aponi. Then the caption below the image: A full-blooded American Indian beauty. Painted by world-renowne

It was flight 121 thirty minutes out from landing at LaGuardia after the sweet smiling stewardess, Jennifer, handed me another Bloody Mary when the relaxing day fight turned to chaos. Two days after my son’s birth. It was an ugly scene but the only blood spilled on that flight was that of the terrorists. Now I sit in a small grey room with a CIA agent, two FBI agents and an NYPD officer asking me questions about how a civilian like me killed two terrorists with my bare hands.