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...

The guy in the black clothing sneaks up behind his victim, slips his large hands around her throat and squeezes. She desperately reaches fo...

I scare myself. There are certain scenes I just can't write when my husband is out of town. I can't edit or re-read them either. ...

Originally posted DEc. 1, 2008 When I think about what kind of mother I want to be, Sylvia Bouchard comes to mind. She has been on my mind f...