Almost any writer can tell you that the moment she comes out as a "writer," she will drown in a deluge of conflicting...
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I Will Go On The Record…
...to say that "age matters." To say it doesn't belies the fact that age drives nearly everything we do from birth to...
Surviving Writer’s Brain Cramps
Over the weekend I came down with a bad case of cramps. Writer's cramps. Brain cramps. Words got stuck, no matter what...
Why I Don’t Run For A plane
Back in the late 73s, I was stuck in traffic on my way to Los Angeles International Airport to catch a PSA jet to San...
An Open Letter To My Father
Let me start by saying I never celebrated Father's Day. I never bought a card, picked out a terrible tie or a pair of...
Twas the Night Before Deadline
with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE 'Twas the night before deadline, when all through the house Not a writer...
If Not Now
I'm likely to catch hell for this post, but I don't care. I've written passionately about rape, bullying, drug...
Who Can You Believe?
That's the primary question Clifford Garstang asks in his latest novel, OLIVER'S TRAVELS. I'm a long-time fan of his...
Staying True To My Roots
No, I don't mean the color of my hair. It's silver-white by nature. What I mean is I can't and won't walk away from...
A Review of Anthony Doerr’s CLOUD CUCKOO LAND
Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony DoerrMy rating: 5 of 5 starsWhen my book club decided to read Doerr's latest, I was...
Twas the Night Before Deadline
I always rerun this post just before Christmas in honor of the angst my fellow writers and I often feel. I hope you...
Breathing Life Back Into This Blog
After an absence longer that I thought it would be, I'm resurrecting this blog. During the pandemic last year, I wrote...