The Write Way: Using Everyday Events in Fiction
I just got off the telephone with Amazon. My life work this week has been to track down a package I ordered in July. I had to find out why it arrived in town but was never delivered to me. Unfortunately Amazon and all the carriers involved have kept an excruciatingly painful moment-by-moment account of the…
Read MoreCookbook Hoarders United–CHUsdays have arrived.
Read this blog, then drop everything else, go into your kitchen or wherever you happen to keep your cookbooks, and tell me how many you have. Next, tell me how many of them you’ve used in the past year? Are the numbers staggering? Do you have cookbooks your mother gave you for Christmas 1957, cookbooks passed…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: Who Has Fallen in the Night?
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to…
Read MoreIf Fiction is by Definition a Pack of Lies, How Accurate Must I Be?
I love doing research. One of the joys of writing is my freedom to choose subjects that interest me, then read, surf the Internet and travel to find out everything I need to know. Okay, sometimes I just want to know things because I do. I know, as I’m delving deeper and deeper that I…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: The Dracena That’s Outgrown It’s Pot
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to…
Read MoreSay Goodbye and Good Luck to the Good Folks at Borders
I remember what life was like in the western suburbs of Cuyahoga County before Borders moved in. At the time we had only one bookstore within a ten mile radius. That shopworn independent had been there for years. The inside was, at best, disheveled; the stock was low, and the people behind the counter never wanted to…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: We are the flower
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to…
Read MoreJoan’s Daughter’s Wonderful Blueberry Pie–with apologies to Wanda
Remember Joan, the pie prize winner whose daughter made a fabulous blueberry pie and won a prize at the fair, only to have it disappear before the second round of judging? I received so many requests for the recipe after I ran Joan’s story, that I begged her to ask her daughter if she would…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: A Moment Seen, Forever Known
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to…
Read MoreSeat Twelve People in a Room, and What Do We Get? A Verdict You Might Not Like.
Last week before the Casey Anthony verdict, I sat in a room at George Washington University and listened to a group of law students argue a case. Since I’m friends with one of the law professors, I’ve done this before, perhaps half a dozen times. Any given night during moot court sessions, there might be six trials…
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