The Bitter Romance Writer

Why must I always find something to mock about other people’s happiness or romantic moments? Am I that uncomfortable with genuine emotion? With love? I write romance novels. I should be applauding these moments, shouldn’t I? But instead, I tear them down and pour my caustic words on top of them. A chilling thought is maybe I don’t really buy into what I’m trying to sell.

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Nine, The Rest of the Trip

On Tuesday Sue and I head to Utica because there is a place there that does wine tasting and features wine from a local winery.  The entire time I lived in IllinoisI don’t think I was ever in the town of Utica unless it was to pass through to get…

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part One

Thursday May 24, 2012  I fly fromFort Myers,Florida to O’Hare in Chicago.  My friend Sue who is also my former sister-in-law picks me up around ten in the morning.  We eat at Cracker Barrel on the way toLadd, Illinoiswhere she lives.  This is part of my planned trip:  Fly into Chicago,…

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