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 [...]

The Why

I don’t spend a lot of time navel-gazing about why I write. Some things just are, like breezes and cooking smells, my caterwauling cat and the my wonky nail on my right middle finger. [...]

Immigrant

I wear my family on my back like a turtle wears her house. Read this letter for me. What if they come? What do I do? I wear my family on my armor Of stay away Of you don’t understand Of we [...]

Hello sugarplums

I’ve been quiet on here of late. It’s not for lack of things to share, but for an insistent desire to pull out of the bonds of what’s been said and send out news, clarion and [...]

Accidental Venice

It probably began with Madonna. There she was, dazzling beacon of my emerging girlhood, writhing on a boat in blue spandex pants against a backdrop that looked dreamed up for her Like a Virgin [...]

The better angels

This morning, my email homepage invited me to read about Heidi Cruz’s latest silly statement. It quoted a Vanity Fair article in which she lamented the fact that her husband Ted *only* [...]

The last lockdown

The great tragedy of my middle age has been to finally get to unwrap the beautiful gift box of the American Dream, and to find that’s what’s contained within is not all I hoped for [...]

Rainy days

Rain is the wish for warm skin against mine the thought of the drain outside my basement which capriciously backs rainwater into my home some rainy days yes, some rainy days no. Rain is the empty [...]

The morning-room

I follow a bunch of Instagram accounts for real estate and decor. This morning, one of them posted a listing that absolutely melted my heart. It caught my eye because the house was beautiful, and [...]

Star Spangled

The man, thirty-three years old, was living in perilous times. There was a war going on. Just the month before, the enemy had burned down several of his young country’s most symbolic [...]

Intensity

I have had what most people would consider an intense life. I didn’t know it for a long time. For much of my youth, I often thought about how boring my life was, how I should jetset more, [...]

Keep on going

Late last winter, I received a certified letter. It was notice of an application for a variance on a property within 250 feet from my home. I live on a hill, on a quiet little dead end with a [...]

A New Zarya

Naming children proved to be something of a challenge for me and my ex-husband. Even at the pinnacle of our relationship, compromise was hard. He wanted Greek and traditional. I wanted original [...]

The perfect party

These are dark, dark days in our democracy. An infantile madman’s finger is twitching by the pardon pen to wipe away the rightful consequences of his crony’s actions. The same lunatic [...]

Midday at RVN TV

It was great to be invited for an interview at RVN TV to talk about the upcoming Collingswood Book Festival, where I’ll be appearing, along with a ton of awesome authors. I come in at the [...]

My body, myself

In the early 90s, I belonged to one of those book clubs that shipped you books every month if you didn’t tell them not to. Their business model depended on people like me, lazy people who [...]