My Notre Dame

It had for most of us the shocking suddenness of an assassination, and in a way that’s what it was. The sight of flames tearing through the roof with savage orange fingers and illuminating the irreplaceable windows of Notre Dame with their sinister hellish glow was an...

On the Nod

Besides never losing at Whack-a-Mole, I have exactly one other indisputable talent. I’ve long been able to sleep on demand. I count that as a significant personal advantage. I’ve known plenty of people with profound insomnia. To be honest, I’ve never been able fully...

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...

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