The Mysterious Back Page

The Mysterious Back Page

The other day, I was cleaning out my bookshelf and came across a tattered book that was given to my mother as a teenager. (Though when I texted her just now she said she has no memory of the “Steve and Sue” whose inscription in the front cover indicates they gifted...
Welcome Louisa Kelly!

Welcome Louisa Kelly!

Hello Friends! I’d like to introduce you to Louisa Kelly, who is on a blog tour! What is that, you ask? Well, for starters it’s something I have never done. But many authors do. They get other authors to host them on their websites. And because I am a big...
A short story for your enjoyment

A short story for your enjoyment

So, every now and then I veer away from whatever novel I’m working on to write a short story. I have tons of them, most unpublished. I write them for fun. I get an idea and I want to see it on the page. So today, for lack of anything else to say, I’ve decided to share...
Border Crossing

Border Crossing

So, I was a little anxious about crossing the Mexico/U.S. border. Not so much about entering Mexico (though I was a little nervous about my lack of Spanish), but about returning to the U.S. I’m not sure what I thought would happen. It’s not like I’m a terrorist or a...
Feeling Other People’s Feelings

Feeling Other People’s Feelings

The first time I cried on stage was in college. It was a big deal for me. I was in an Acting Shakespeare class and was performing a monologue from Cymbeline.  The character I’d chosen was Imogen, daughter of Cymbeline, the king. In the monologue, she is responding to...
Bad-Assed

Bad-Assed

One thing I never have to worry about is getting too full of myself. See, I have this built-in behavior pattern that kicks in any time I might be tempted to even think I’m “all that.” An example: Recently, my wife Dixie and I had the privilege of teaching a five-day...
Drink ’em Down

Drink ’em Down

  Lately, I’ve had ants on the brain. And in my house. Not the trails that many Californians complain of. Not yet. So far, all we’ve had are lone scout ants, those extraordinary individuals who have the courage, the compulsion, the drive to seek out new horizons...
Some Thoughts About Blood

Some Thoughts About Blood

I am sitting in my dining room, eating a bowl of oatmeal with raisins and apples. It is morning. I am perusing my latest issue of the New Yorker and come across a review (by Jerome Groopman) of Rose George’s book Nine Pints. The first...