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DOG: Meet Dog Beach

You know your dog.  You know your dog almost as much as your dog knows you.  Right? I mean: if you are angry when you come home from work, Dog ...

Leap of Faith

Happenstance.  According to my handy online Thesaurus, this word means “a circumstance that is especially due to chance.”  And, by the way, a catchy rhyme for happenstance is “fighting chance.”  Which, presumably, ...

Where O Where Have School Buses Gone? (Or: “In MY day…!”)

“When I was a girl, we had to walk to school five miles in the snow uphill—both ways!” say I. Hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, says my teenage son.  With a twinkle in his eye, ...

Do Adults Have Birthdays? (Or: “It’s My Birthday and I Can Blog If I Want to!”)

“I’m 29—again!” say so many adults.  Because Birthdays (with a capital B instead of a puny little b) are not really for adults.  Of course not.  Who wants to see the numbers go ...

The Lesson at the End of Stomach Flu

Stomach flu is nasty.  A nasty experience to have or watch (or smell) and nasty to write about.  And who wants to read about vomiting and diarrhea?  Even the look of the ...

What happens to your characters after you leave them?

This, I admit, has been my dilemma lately.  You see, I am completing my novel SILENT BIRD (which will be available in paperback and e-book by the close of this ...

A Blog about Blogging

What is a blog?  A soapbox; an un-syndicated column, a pet project?  Is it a virtual voice in the ether of 21st century life?  An exercise in narcissism?  A public diary?  ...

Working My Butt Off versus Lying in a Hammock–A Writer’s Tale (or Tail?)

Dear Friends, Family, Readers and Writers: Today I am a guest blogger on the website of a fellow author in the United Kingdom.  Her name is Imogen Knight, and her ...

Your books are the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in

Recognize the title, or at least parts of it?  Robert Frost coined the quote above, except in regards to “home,” not books.  Home is the place where, when you have to ...

What If We Sold Empathy Machines instead of Bombs?

Silly touchy-feely question here, I know.  As someone I respect very much unthinkingly observed: I have been around the block a few times (Hey, does that mean I’M GETTING OLD???).  ...

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