You read that right. It's not a typo. I've been thinking about how unmoored, how unanchored, how adrift so many of us...
You read that right. It's not a typo. I've been thinking about how unmoored, how unanchored, how adrift so many of us...
We're all doing our best to stay calm in the midst of a daily tsunami of bad news. As a writer, it's less...
#ICYMI, It Started With a Memory What did? Out of the Desert. That memory was triggered by an old black-and-white...
The scene is set for an interesting eavesdropping opportunity. One woman sits alone in a coffee shop, her latte beside...
For the longest time, I've avoided talking about my books, interviewing authors, writing about what I read. It's time...
For the next month I will be heads down editing a manuscript to send to my publisher. If you've never been in my...
I recently spoke to a local book club about writing my Mad Max series of mysteries. Their questions were so astute...
Every year on February 15, I run this poem somewhere. It might be on FB, on Wattpad, here on my blog. Why? Because on...
Last week I wrote about the conundrum I faced growing up. I loved my dear grandmother, but as I came to adulthood, I...
I missed last week because I was away on vacation. No, I don't announce it on social media or send pics from places I...
The following poem is one I run every year at this time. I usually read it at events honoring Dr. King, but I had to...
It is said that when a writer dies, an entire library dies with her. It may be a cliche, but it is true. Take away a...