Have you ever noticed that when you visit a bookstore, or peruse the shelves in those airport gift shops or anywhere else they sell books, it’s always the same novels…
Have you ever noticed that when you visit a bookstore, or peruse the shelves in those airport gift shops or anywhere else they sell books, it’s always the same novels…
The other day I had freedom on my mind. Today, I’m thinking about disappointment. About frustration. About heartbreak. I chose Hurt for the title of this post because events have…
I’m thinking about freedom and opportunity today. Thinking about my Italian immigrant grandfather, who fought in World War I with the U.S. Army. Thinking of his sons, my uncles, who…
There’s a moment in my novel, Last Bridge to Memphis, where the character of “Danny” (who is Elvis, still alive and kickin’ in the late 1980s), is having severe second…
There’s so much opportunity today for a writer to get their work published. They call it “self-publishing.” It’s now possible for virtually anyone with a decent story to tell to…
It was ten years ago this summer. A song came on the radio that saved my life. Seriously. If ever I was in a position where I needed to shake…
With Father’s Day upon us, allow me to pontificate on a sore subject for parents of the male persuasion everywhere: Where’s the love? Mothers, on their special day, are treated…
The U.S. and the UK are two countries separated by a common language. Some British bloke said that. I think it was either George Bernard Shaw or Rowan Atkinson. Whoever…
I see dead people. They’re everywhere on Netflix. I don’t mean dead people as integral to the story — a la Ghost, or The Sixth Sense. And I don’t mean…
An old song from the early 1970s came on the radio today and it triggered a lot of feelings as, no doubt, its writer Jonathan Edwards originally intended. Sunshine is…