“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players” ~Shakespeare Yes, the great bard was correct. The world–life–is a stage and at times I wish the contracts would expire for some of the bit players in my own life so I can either kill off their character or hold an open call... »
My vacation to Lake George (the upper Hudson Valley region of NY) yielded a real treasure–milk in glass bottles! Perhaps I’m overly dramatic, being a writer and all, but it really affected me. There was just something about it all–the freshness, the old fashioned glass... »
There’s just something raw and animalistic and yes, sexy, about catching your own food. Some of my favorite memories are clamming with friends on a salt pond in Rhode Island. The clams are barely an hour old when we’d bring them back to the house... »
No, I’m not talking cigarettes or even the hipper cigars. I’m talking smoked meat. There’s this guy in a truck I stumbled upon a few years ago. He starts up... »
Picture this… The setting is Sam’s Club (or Costco, or BJs or whatever your local box store is). A women in rubber gloves stands behind a cart handing out free... »
I write romance. I write military romance. I research the military to write said military romance and there is certain research you just can’t do on Google therefore, whether... »
