In 1958, my mother took me to see my first Major League Baseball game in the L.A. Coliseum. The Dodgers had just moved...
Betsy Ashton
Memories of Past March Madnesses
I sit here looking at my bracket chart, unable to begin the process of seeing how soon said bracket will be busted by...
Best Laid Plans…
I had planned to write the end-of-year blog post about what happened to me last year. Some of it might have been true;...
Introducing BETRAYAL
It took longer than I thought, but at last I can announce that my latest thriller, BETRAYAL, is days away from...
#LookingBack at 2020
Do you remember...Oh, stop rolling your eyes. This is not an "OK, Boomer" post. It's about 2020. Do you remember when...
A Rerun of a Classic
'Twas the Night Before Deadlinewith apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE 'Twas the night before deadline, when all...
#Election2020
If you're like me, you've had it up to here with all the election noise clogging the ether. Vote for my guy. Your guy...
Pods, Pods, Pods
I've been thinking a lot about pods lately. All kinds of pods. Pea pods, to be sure, since the harvest is in and...
#ARoomofOne’sOwn
Let's face it. We are spending more time in our homes than in offices or other places of work. We use our own space,...
#BackToSchool
By the end of July, I'd be anxiously looking forward to the first day of school, usually Tuesday after Labor Day. I...
#StayHomeAndRead
Like most of us, I've been doing a lot of reading and writing lately. My most recent book was Heath Hardage...
Musings on Privilege
I used to think that privilege meant you had to have a lot of money, that you had to be born into the "right" level of...
