Predestination and Fisher-Price

[I’m in the throes of pushing out the penultimate draft of No Hero’s Welcome, the last book in my WWI and 1920s historical fiction trilogy, as well as reviewing chapters of the audiobook of None of Us the Same, my first novel. It’s incredibly cool...

Bad Grandpa?

I’ve put off blogging about a very particular topic, since it seemed to me unavoidably boorish. But a Recent Happy Event has resulted in my succumbing to what I hope will be a temporary dose of impulse control disorder. So it’s time to write about grandkids. In the...

Sublimity of Stooges

[I’m finally back in the US of A after an interminable biz trip in Qatar. Jet lag and the necessity that I pay some attention to the long-neglected Kay-Kay means I’m recycling an old post this week, but one of my and Kay-Kay’s favorites. What with...

Oh, la Toilet (Paper)

It’s time to have That Talk with you. Perhaps well past time.  (No, not THE Talk. If you haven’t had that one yet, please contact your parents immediately. Better yet, contact your father directly, particularly if you’re a woman. Because fathers like nothing more than...

Writers Writing About Writers Writing

[I’m still knocking around Qatar on an ever-lengthening biz trip for The Day Job. My time card says 74.5 hours and there’s still one day left in the week. So not much time to write a new post. Barely time to sleep. Hope you’ll enjoy this one from...

My Gulf Package Vacation

Sabah al kheir, habibi! Al salaam alaikum! (And that exhausts fully two-thirds of my Arabic vocabulary.) I’m now well into the third week of my extended-stay vacation in Qatar, so here’s a blog from the road. Actually, this is a business trip I’m undertaking for The...

The City That Care Forgot

[It’s been a hectic and exhausting week of international travel–and I’m writing this in a Starbucks on the Persian Gulf waterfront in Doha, Qatar, where I’ll be until 9 March. No time for a new post this week, so since Mardi Gras season is...

Water Balloons Against the Wall

After reading my author bio detailing my 35-year inability to hold a job, I’ve often heard people say, “Your life has been so exciting!” My usual reply—not entirely self-deprecating—is, “It sounds a lot more exciting than it was. I mostly remember being tired.” Also,...

I (Don’t) Love New York

Full confession—and I’m still conflicted by this—I lived in New York City for five years. I know, I know, shocking. But with therapy, I’m recovering. What possessed Kay-Kay and me to pull up stakes from our beloved Virginia and move to NYC? Well, at the time it seemed...

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