Best-selling and Award-winning Author of Young Adult Thrillers
My friend Deb was the best flea-marketer ever. She could ferret out vintage like nobody’s business. My 1960’s raybans, my Coach purse, my beautiful Mexican wall hanging, were all gifts from her. When she found a lump in her breast, […]
When my son was young we spent a lot of time in the woods looking for things. Sometimes it was heffalumps. Sometimes it was rings of amanita muscaria- the classic white spotted red toadstool- on the dewy lawn indicating that […]
Sometimes I wish I had more talent in drawing or sculpting or even in knitting. I am terrible at following patterns and even after many attempts, I am hopeless at socks. Turning heels? I just don’t get it. And worse […]
When I begin writing a new book and it’s still just a fragment of an idea whirling around in the maelstrom of my mind, one of the tools I use to let my imagination fly is photos or pictures that […]
Next month I have a creative non-fiction short coming out, Love You Like Suicide. It will be e-pubbed by FIERCE INK PRESS and I’ll post more details here when I have them. It was a very difficult piece for me […]
Odysseus is my favourite hero in all of Greek mythology. Actually the rest of them kind of piss me off. Theseus, Perseus, beef-witted Ajax, Paris who is a self-centered ass, and Achilles who is a great big douche. I’m quite […]
When each of my kids was young I would take them for long hikes carried in a Bjorn or an Ergo baby sling up hills and down, and through woods and along streams. And even before they had learned how […]
When I use this expression I don’t necessarily mean it as a comforting sort of image. It’s not Linus and that scrap of fabric he carried around with him; the one that transformed into a weapon or a cape or […]
I just received a letter yesterday. There’s nothing like getting a letter. It carries more weight, more meaning, the envelope crackles, the stamps are colorful. I suppose I get a thrill from an inbox message but it’s not the same, […]
The other morning on an excursion to pick up some raspberry plants my 5 year old daughter said, “Mommy. Daddy is going to marry Estelle.” I managed to say. “Really. Why do you say that?” “Because she told me he […]