Dog – Gone It!

Dog – Gone It!

I have no idea how I get myself into these messes, I say to myself, punching my bed pillow as my Catholic guilt gnaws at me. I think of something my writing teacher, the late great Frank McCourt once said when asked what he thought about Catholicism. He paused, looked...
Ouch!

Ouch!

As I lay/laid (who cares) my head down on my pillow, exhausted from chasing my one-year-old grandson around for almost 8 hours, I listened to my husband snoring and wondered how he could sleep after “the incident” earlier that day. How could I have allowed it to...
Writing in My Sleep

Writing in My Sleep

I’ve recently completed two novels that I’ve had a love/hate relationship with over the past ten years, which hopefully will debut sometime in the fall. Writing has caused me to become a chronic insomniac. It is a grueling job that is NEVER done…I wake up to it and go...
To blog or not to blog… that is the question

To blog or not to blog… that is the question

My daughter, who is more technological than I am (everyone is, I admit), convinced me that I must be up with the times as a writer and add a Blog to my website, prepublication. She came over early one morning with her one-year-old son Jagger and her good intentions to...