Writing My Own Song–Still Sober
My daughter gripped her pen and hesitated. “So Mom, how’s your writing going?” I sighed. I was tired. “Good. I’m in the middle of a scene.” “What’s it about?” Her voice rose. “Is it inappropriate?”...
View ArticleWalking Away: G&T with a Lime on Top
I walk into the kitchen and I smell it before I see it. Lime. Gin. Tonic water. I lick my lips. Remember the old movies? The alcoholic walks into a bar and his face contorts in misery. He licks...
View ArticleA Teen Version of Ripple
In the next week or so, I will be publishing a teen version of Ripple. Here’s the Forward that explains why . . . Dear reader: This book is a condensed, abridged and quite frankly, a cleaned up version...
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