I run this poem every year in honor of all my writer peeps out there. with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE...
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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...
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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...
The Power of We
It's such a tiny word. We. W and E. And yet, it's such a powerful concept. It's the power of more than one doing...
My Little Secret
Do you remember the cheesy games we used to have to play? Those ice breakers at camp, corporate retreats, training...
First Days of School
Certain times of the year are causes for nostalgic thoughts. Fall is one of those special times, when one thing ends...
Getting Started
As a writer, I'm often asked where do I find my ideas? How do I get started? I start with two words: What if. I find...
Drumroll: New Cover Revealed
My last post talked about how misleading the first cover for Eyes Without A Face was. My book isn't about the...
Judging a Book…
It is not true that readers don't judge a book by its cover. We do. Sometimes we buy a book because the cover is...