A few days ago, I did a happy dance after being notified that my story, American in Paris, had been accepted into Florida Writers Association’s 2023 Collection. Every year FWA…
Maybe it was twenty-five years ago. Maybe it was only one. Or two. We were friends, weren't we? Our children grew up together. We lived next door to each other.…
*5-10-14 I'm sitting outside on my red chair overlooking the golf course. If the maintenance guy would stop driving by in his noisy cart spraying or whatever he's doing it…
“I’ll call you” is what “friends” might say right before you never hear from them again. What you may expect is that said friend will call you later the same…
You'd think I'd be used to it by now. If you follow me anywhere, Twitter, Facebook, etc., you are already aware of my white zin addiction. It's sad but true. The…
Last week I began a grand experiment. I self-published my book, Not Quite Heaven in digital format, offering it for sale on Amazon.com, BarnesandNoble.com and in the iBookstore. After years of…
If you read my blog entitled “Before You Write” which was about how disorganized I was in my early writing days, you know I had a box filled with various…