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...
Betsy Ashton
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...
Evoking Memories
What evokes the most memories for you? Is it the sound of a bird, a person's voice? Is it the taste of a favorite...
EYES WITHOUT A FACE Teaser
I find it hard to believe that not everyone has read EYES WITHOUT A FACE, my novel about a female serial killer. She...
I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends
Hi, all, I know I went silent for a few weeks. Nothing wrong here at all. More like needing to clear my head and focus...
‘Twas the Night Before Deadline
I run this poem every year in honor of all my writer peeps out there. with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE...
Eating with a Stranger
Have you ever eaten with a stranger? Not just someone you don't know well, but someone you've never seen before? If...
HAPPY THANKSGIVING
A Letter To My Daughters
Dear Daughters, I am a woman with no children of my own. I am a universal mother of children born to other mothers. I...
Raising Ben
No one would say I'm a poet. I'm not, but occasionally I write something that goes beyond my standard doggerel. I'm...
Wait! You’re A Writer?
All of us who write get a series of questions, most of which are asked out of curiosity, a few out of envy, and even...








