Nothing scary is happening. Not yet, anyway. Oh, scary things lurk nearby, certainly. Ebola has come to my state. War wages in far too many places to list. Terrorists plot somewhere. Something you don’t expect waits right around the corner. But I’m sitting on my patio, glimpsing fireflies and listening to the whir of the … Continue reading
Category Archives: memoir
Over at my friend’s place…
My friend and amazing author, Ami McKay, interviewed me and did a nice write-up of my novel, The Blue Jar. She included a favorite photo of mine–us with Santa Claus and I’m wearing my “Who Killed Laura Palmer?” tee-shirt. If you can, go over there, read, and comment. Maybe share. I’ve known Ami since we … Continue reading
Music, Dance, and Storytelling
When I write, I sometimes listen to music. The music fits either the mood of the story or the personality of the characters. The other day, I had the chance to collaborate on a music show with London DJ Claudio Fiore and with my publisher, Plum Tree Books, that tells the story of the music … Continue reading
Launching Dreams and Other Madcap Schemes
My novel launched today! (Here at Amazon.) Since the story is set in the summer of 1985, I’ve been thinking back to those high school days. What were you like in high school? I wasn’t popular. I liked to be in the art room with a sketch pad or a book. The drawing posted here … Continue reading
What are the ’80s anyway?
Every decade has its personality, right? Although it’s tricky because it isn’t as if everything changes on January 1st of that zero year. When exactly did the ’80s become THE ’80s? What historical events mark the period? The election of Reagan perhaps? The beginning of MTV? I graduated in 1986, the year Ferris Bueller skipped … Continue reading
Things Can Only Get Better
My novel is set in the summer of 1985. That summer I loved Howard Jones and I was about to start my senior year of high school. If you were around in the ’80s, what did you love and what did you hate? * * * My novel, The Blue Jar, will be released as … Continue reading
Transition Madness
Today I finished chemo. One surgery remains. The toxins will leave my body, my hair will grow back, and I’ll get to call myself a survivor. But aren’t we all survivors if we make it to another day? I don’t know, but I find survivor a strange thing to call myself. Many people are kind … Continue reading