Something I have never done, is attack another writer, or their work. I don’t do this because I understand how hard it is to build a readership without a fellow writer torpedoing you. There are writers out there whose work I would not recommend, but the judgement is not mine to hold. Hell, there are …
Stormy and I stopped celebrating thanksgiving after my mother died, October 11th, 2002. That was the last thanksgiving in which our family gathered to eat turkey and give thanks. It’s not that this is a depressing time, although it was for awhile, we just stopped. Now, the kids are grown and far away, and one …
When it’s happening you’re having the time of your life. The world outside that piece is in another galaxy. You are in Pittsburgh with a cop suffering PTSD. You are in Bucharest where the assassins gather to take on the FBI. It’s crazy, amazing, funny, heartbreaking, and scary.