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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 socks, or visited the man who was my father. Why? Because I never knew him. My father was married to my mother for about two years, during which time...

Twas the Night Before Deadline

with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE 'Twas the night before deadline, when all through the house Not a writer was stirring, not even his mouse; The laptop was set on the table with care, In hopes that words soon would appear. Images nestled all snug in his...

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 violence. I don't think I've felt the anger I felt yesterday when 21 people, mostly children, were slaughtered in Uvlade, TX. Children who were days away...

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 work. By far, this is his best work yet. I know him to be a solid writer with a strong grasp of craft, but the complexity of this novel blew me away....