Monthly Archives: November 2016

In the book I’m writing now, someone is ghosted. That’s a newish term (to me, anyway, I’m behind on these things). Ghosting is when all communication is abruptly cut off, ending a relationship. No explanations, no “this isn’t working”…the person … Continue reading →

I am not a collector of much. Shoes, maybe, but those are a professional necessity (cough). I’ve saved every card my kids have ever made me, but outside of that, I’m not terribly sentimental about things. There’s that book about … Continue reading →

in a galaxy very, very close…well, our galaxy, actually, I was a sulky adolescent and my dad took me to New York City. We stayed in what was to me a very fancy hotel. My dad told me that a famous … Continue reading →

This week, I have to go to the Romance Writers of America National Board meeting. It’s three days, usually a good 10 hours per day, and at turns, it’s both exhilarating and exhausting. But this meeting, I’m dreading. Why, you … Continue reading →