Dolphins in Venice

I know people are understandably on edge about what can be seen as “positive” in these scary times. So, for the record, I know nothing about this is positive. But then there are these [...]

Grandpa Bunny

“Ma, what’s the name of that picture book you used to like when you were little?” I’m used to out-of-the-blue queries from my daughter, a sophomore at a college two hours [...]

So they’ve gone

There’s a great, big spider that’s built a web outside my living room window. At first, I observed her alone. She built an exquisite web to span the entire width of the glass – [...]

Bad Beginnings

You may remember me gushing about a writing workshop I went to in May with the inimitable Laura Ruby and Anne Ursu. It was a writer’s dream for so many reasons: it was at the fantastic [...]

When someone loves me

When someone loves me, I’ll fly high I’ll swoop low and feel safe I’ll twirl on a breeze and be light as a feather. “I love you,” says the wind. But the wind is too [...]

Win books! – YASH 2019

Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event gives you a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from your favorite authors…and a chance to win some awesome prizes! At this [...]

Shoe Dog

This past (long) weekend, I took a whirlwind trip to Atlanta. It was to a by-invitation-only gathering of published writers, and I had no idea what to expect. I’d made the decision to go [...]

A short story

Today I worked on edits for my story in the Five Minutes in Hotel Stormcove anthology (I can’t wait for you guys to read it!). Revisiting the short story format gave me another idea for [...]

Guess what…

When it rains, it pours, chickadees. You’ll remember a few days ago I let you know about Five Minutes at Stormcove, an anthology I “cold queried” and just found out I got into a few days ago. [...]

Your next read!

There’s an old Twilight Zone episode I always think about, the story of a curmudgeonly guy who wants nothing more than to be left alone to read all the time. It was supposed to be a [...]

Seduced by prosecutors

In the span of under two years, I have gone from someone sensibly skeptical of law enforcement to a regular pilgrim to the chapel of Saint Mueller. How did this happen? I blame Preet Bharara. [...]

Random poems

Going through my phone, I sometimes find pieces of things I’ve written in my notes in waiting rooms or some such. I like posting them here, because when I’m looking for something [...]