Learning a New Dance

I was thinking about books that had an affect on me, lingered for a while, sometimes a long while. One by one they came back to life like old friends. If you have had similar books in mind, maybe you would like to share some of your favorites, too. Below are some of...

As a writer now living in the tropics, I sometimes wonder how I ever got here. I often feel something similar while writing a novel or long story, banging on the keys for hours. I begin to imagine myself a kayaker moving fast down a river that shrinks into a creek and...

Why must time always rush away? Why can’t it be captured, grand emotions replayed? A photo, a fragment, a scent one inhales, So brave is an artist who tries hard and fails; When memories are lost with all their details, Why must time always rush away? Why must time...

Why do we spend so much time beautifying our homes yet allowing our garage to look so bloody ugly? A few years back, we bought an older home in the Australian tropics on picturesque Clifton Beach. The house was nice but the floor of the garage was oil and paint...

It’s a craze we do up here while we’re drink’n beer and sweat’n dream’n bout the air being dry, when the heat’s not so upset’n cause when I wake up in the morn, I’m slimy wet from head to foot and when I’m sit’n on the throne, I keep a’slide’n off the toot Yes, I can...

While researching The Woman Left Behind, I had to deep-dive into my memory and the memories of others to retrieve stories about Greeks escaping their poor villages in search of a new life, money, and sometimes just adventure. Their arrival into the USA during the...