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...

Mark Pryor, author When I first spoke with Mark Pryor, I was impressed. In one phone call, I could tell he knew his stuff -- th...

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. ...

I was excited last year when I dropped the kids off for the first day of school. I had recently terminated my contract with my agent and c...