To the barricades! (And don’t forget your paint brushes.)
Each year at the end of April, my parents would also throw a Walpurgisnacht party, which was a low rent version of a black-and-white ball.
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- Jan 4, 2015
Character Counts Most of All
Thus I sealed my fate and kissed reading a full-length book good-bye. And then I picked up “Death Comes to Pemberley” by PD James.
- Mar 7, 2014
What kind of writer’s workshop would you attend?
I have been named the 2016 Piedmont Laureate and one of the responsibilities of that position is to conduct workshops for other writers...
- Feb 20, 2014
Empaths and voyeurs and parrots… oh, my!
. Voyeurs, on the other hand, can be both wickedly entertaining and devastatingly cruel. Their ability to see every move you make and...
- Dec 14, 2011
When death is no longer an abstract
My Dad, top row at right, at Harvard on a Neiman Fellowship in 1955, before the responsibility of caring for six children derailed his...
- Dec 4, 2011
Hand Me the Knife
I came across this quote from Mark Twain this week and loved it. Being a writer has one big advantage over other occupations: it is one...
- Dec 3, 2011
When a Take-Over is Emminent
Now, I am not so sure. As I continue to write about good vs. evil, and the different forms these forces can take, I wonder about these...
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