(Three in a three-part series; I'm posting this one from an airport--en route to Albuquerque, NM for my first book signing!)



Summer came and went this year -- I survived The Dog Days of Self-Doubt, after walking away like a big horse from yet a second job inside two years at a…

(Second of a three-part series)



I turned the corner on the street where I live and saw a young, pony-tailed woman standing in my front yard. She was wearing Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses which cost more than I spend in two weeks on groceries. She was sporting a pink tee-shirt, appropriately with the word “Pink” blinged across her generous, propped up breasts elevated to the perfectly perky height allowing for approximately 2.5 inches of cleavage. This made me…

(First of a three-part series)

Affirmation is to writers what shoes are to Imelda Marcos. If we’re honest with ourselves, we admit we want it. We need it. We love it. We sometimes feel like we simply can’t go on without one little crumb of recognition and approval.



In the long, lonely hours which define the writing life, hunched over…

My mother used to have a saying, “Don’t count it a day lost when you learn something new”  and she especially liked, “learn a new word.”  She was big on vocabulary.

I’ve modified this treasured maternal maxim to include any number of lesser, albeit, practical goals to further edify my life. For example, “don’t count it a day lost when you can talk a cop out of a speeding ticket” or “don’t count it a day lost when you can dodge every call from a bill collector.” And the most…