Check out my post “Oh Romeo, Romeo, Where the Heck Art Thou?” on Women on the Verge of Hysterical Laughter, the blog I co-host with Gwen Ellery. We know Shakespeare was a master storyteller and some say he was a master of psychology too. But when it comes to Romeo and Juliet, I say he just had one heck of an imagination. Sure, young love (or lust, as is usually the case at that age) … Continue reading
Check out my post What REAL Men Think about Heaving Bosoms … and other reasons I read romance on Women on the Verge of Hysterical Laughter, the blog I co-host with author Gwen Ellery. I was brought up in a family of women. Well, obviously, there was a man—my father—but he worked long hours and when he wasn’t working, he was watching sports. My mother was also brought up in a family of women. So, … Continue reading
Check out my post “Vanity, Thy Name is …” on Women on the Verge of Hysterical Laughter, the blog I co-host with Gwen Ellery. My mother says vanity is the worst sin. Her mother always told her that, so it must be true. And she likes to remind me of this terrible sin periodically, probably because she knows I’m vain. But guess what? It doesn’t bother me because I don’t agree. I know plenty of sins that … Continue reading
Check out my latest post about surviving those holiday get-togethers over at Women On The Verge Of Hysterical Laughter, my shared blog with author Gwen Ellery.
This has been an exciting week for me because I finally pulled everything together and published my book, Duke of Deception. And I sold over 400 copies this week. Better yet, I received emails from readers who loved it and that’s really where it’s at. That’s what I write for, anyway, to bring others joy or satisfaction or whatever good feelings they get out of reading what I write. A friend once told me I … Continue reading
Last night George Clooney came to me in my dreams. Well, he didn’t come to me. He was just there. Sleeping. On the couch. In his underwear. WHAT? you must be thinking. You dream about George Clooney but he’s asleep on the couch wearing clothes? Yes, that’s right. He’s sound asleep (doesn’t even know I’m there), wearing a t-shirt and boxers. And there’s no room on the sofa for me. This is pretty much the way … Continue reading