Barbara Garren

I'm a writer, a reader and a frequenter of the more charming sites in town, namely pubs. 

I was born and raised in Southern California, somehow got my BS from PennState and left to explore the world courtesy of the U.S. Navy.  I've lived in San Francisco, New York and Norfolk, Virginia, but prefer to call San Diego home these days.

My husband is the cog that keeps the asylum running (that's kind of a mixed metaphor, isn't it?) and the real Charlie is a terrorist. When not fixing ships (yes, the big gray ones owned by Uncle sam), I can be found running after my grandchildren, my dog and my sanity.

I will defend unto death the belief that a well-rounded diet consists of coffee, scotch, chocolate, popcorn and Luna Bars - in that order –
and have been accused of violating grammar and etiquette rules in at least seven countries. 
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​My Muse is a Valkyrie named Prue, so look out.

about Me:

Awards:

Glimmer Train Magazine

"Honorable Mention"

June 2013 Fiction Open

for "The Brazilian, a short story

And, here's the "Real" Charlie...