Give me a slim man in a classic suit and pomade in his hair. I find nothing sexier than an old time movie star. I’ve noticed that the...

A writer is far from solitary. Sure, I might spend the majority of my day alone in my office. (BTW—my “office” is a nook in the guest...

Upon reaching a certain age, it seems my gums decided to shrink. I guess they just think to themselves that they’ve held my teeth in...

This is a reprise of a previous post. My continual consumption of Chinese food means more and more fortune cookies. As I’ve said before,...

I never set out to be a writer. I was a happy social worker going about my social work business thinking, “Here’s a nice career. I help...

There’s an old Borscht Belt joke that goes like this: Two women are sitting on chairs by the lake at a Catskills resort. The first woman...

It’s February. Which means it’s time for another temperature rant from me. Let me explain that it’s not simply that I don’t like the...

Once upon a time, lived two young newlyweds—A prince graduate student and a princess social worker. They couldn’t afford much, but they...

The holiday season is about love, family, peace, and GIFTS. Listen, this is not going to be one of those pieces where at the end I’m all...

When my now 18-year-old was only 2, one of my “Playgroup Mom Friends” mentioned that her mother was going to teach her to play Mah Jongg....

NO MORE, Ch 34 of Consequences by M. Jane Colette #audiobook #steamylisten #hotread #ConAudioTour Welcome to Stop 34 & Chapter 34 of the...

Years ago, I was driving to work when I heard a radio story about a woman who used her tics due to Tourette’s Syndrome to choreograph a...

My favorite Indie bookstore owner, Lynn Rosen (Open Book Philly) wonders why I’m so committed to stories with happy-ever-after’s. She is...

If you’ve read any of my previous posts you will know how much I loathe temperatures below 50. It’s not just that I don’t like the cold....

Writers spend a lot of time talking about heroes and heroines. Finding the right balance between interesting/believable/heroic/likable/re...

My most vivid start-of-summer memory is the summer I was 23. That was the summer nothing happened. That was the summer when I simply kept...

Having just completed a rough draft of my work in progress (WIP) I allow myself a small celebration. This shitty first draft signifies...

Owning a home is the American Dream. And like George Carlin said, “They call it the American Dream because you have to be asleep to...

With the release of my second full-length book, I had anticipated the process to get easier. Ha ha, my poor deluded past-self. I had no...