I did not know when I volunteered to pick up my recently deceased dad’s ashes that I would be driving through the fire to do so. When the plan was made, the Pacific Northwest had yet to go up in flames. Arrangements were made: my father’s wife would fly down from Seattle, Washington to Bend,… Read More Ashes to Ashes, or Dad’s Secret Lesbian Friends
A small murder of hopping-and-clucking crows crossed my path today while I was walking. One old bird took to the air, flew right over me, and lit on a telephone wire, glared down at me and gave me an earful. Caw! Caw! she seemed be saying in that sassy way that crows have, We’re back!… Read More Six Crows
My father died earlier this month. He was old, 86, but his death wasn’t expected any time soon. Before his diagnosis, he was still going to the gym several times a week, and, along with his wife, was starting a new chapter in his life. They’d just relocated to Seattle’s high-tech neighbor, Bellevue, Washington. They… Read More How I was Ambushed By Gay Pride
I’m back! Or am I? Yep, this is some identity crisis I’m having. … Read More A New Me
It’s what every writer dreams of: getting to prefix your name or nom de plume with “award-winning.” Recently, I had such an honor. My novel “Maye’s Request” won a Rainbow Award. I am absolutely thrilled. And most thankful to the people who host the event. So what’s the problem, you ask? Getting an award sounds… Read More Those Tricky Awards
Relax. I am well aware of my ability to overwhelm my listeners/readers with regards to this subject. I just have to recall the glazed eyes of my friends. In my defense, having novels published has changed me in ways that nothing else has, not all my performances in theater, not running my own business. … Read More Three Novels Published: What Learned?