On writing, living and loving

I had expected a journalist’s tour when I visited Sing Sing Correctional Facility in July, the kind where I’d meet hand-picked inmate...

Four months ago, my husband bought me a Fitbit. We live in a large house with three levels on lots of land in the country. I was sure I...

My sister is a recent survivor of stage-four breast cancer, her second battle with the disease in eight years. During her chemo treatments -...

I emailed an author a while back for information about her experiences with a publisher who was interested in one of my novels. She insisted...

When we first moved to rural Pennsylvania three years ago, a few well-meaning folks suggested I join a book club to get to know like-minded ...

I remember too well the sting of those first rejection letters. I thought I was prepared. Fellow writers had told me I'd be swimming i...

An author-friend signed with a big agency. His agent sold his novel within two months. To an indie press. Now, this particular independent p...