She scribbled something for him inside his paper napkin and, taking a quick peek, he found her name, her phone number and a little doodle ...

Perhaps I need less caffeine To deal with Friday the Thirteen A mass of black clouds hangs over me Ghosts arise out of debris Th...

Double, double misfortune, trouble  Burning coal and blackening rubble Let the blood in my caldron boil Feed the flames... Oh, such ...

Thanking you--yes, you!--and all my readers and the guests of my recent event, Call to Arms, for your support. Your vote counted, and our ...

Natasha, the renowned pianist suffering from early-onset Alzheimer's in my book  Apart from Love  (volume I and II of the series, wove...

Over the mantle hung three formal family pictures. When Natasha came back from the kitchen I asked her about them.  At once, her Ma...

Can't wait for our  celebration to begin... Can you?  Come join Happy Mother's Day In the spirit of Mother's Day...