My last post talked about how misleading the first cover for Eyes Without A Face was. My book isn't about the...
Writing
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...
The Keepers of the Box
Every family has a keeper of the box. It's often the eldest child, or the only girl, or the one interested in...
Summer Memories
Late last year, I shared a short story here called "Toad." Set in the high desert of Southern California, it was the...
Summer Doldrums, Early
I spoke with several close friends about their drive to do something. Since the beginning of June, they've had the...
When Women Writers Get Together
A week-long writers workshop began with a reunion of half a dozen kindred souls, all writers who had attended the...
Worms
You read that right: worms. I woke up this morning thinking about worms. Before I continue, I confess that there is...
“Wait, What?”
A few years back, James Ryan gave a commencement speech at Harvard's College of Education where he advised graduates...
Learning To Be Me
Most of you who know me or who have been following me know I'm independent and stubborn. That's a double...
From My Spam Folder
Sometimes, rarely, but sometimes, I actually look at what's in my spam folder. I was gone for a few days last week to...
Close-Ups
Have you noticed how cat selfies are taking over social media? Most bloggers know that if we want more people reading...
Frazzled
That's the adjective that defines me right about now. As usual, I have too much on my plate, too little of me to get...