My plants are dying, and I think they may be reacting to my mood, though my sister says it’s lack of sunlight. But then what does my gardening, green-thumbed sister know? These are my plants after all, not some…
Certain readers have the ability to crush your ability to type another word. In the past, my sister has been that reader. This is why she didn’t get to read Touched until months after it was complete. See…
Sunday was my first Fourth of July in San Francisco. I was pretty damned sure the fireworks were going to be SPECTACULAR. I felt that excitement, like when you’re a kid and you know Independence Day is the one…
So, if you’re a writer or a child of six who just learned how to draw a clown, then you know the gut-wrenching horror of standing under a hangman’s noose AKA lying to a jury about double-parking so you…