You know when you have an idea for something, you write it, and then you realize it’s utter trash? Well, that happened to me today. I had a whole essay on Italian toilets (Venetian, specifically) all set ready to go when I realized my passion for the topic had died a quick death between idea,… Read More How Sweet…
I don’t do New Year’s resolutions. But every year, near the beginning of January, I do make a list of the year’s writing and publishing goals. Most years, I’m pretty ambitious and fill the list with at least four novels and a short story or two. Last year’s monster, I think, had about six or… Read More The Aquarian with a List
I used to hate Christmas and the holiday season in general. Every time November rolled around and that damn turkey came out, I turned into the Grinch, Grumpy Cat, and Maleficent all rolled into one. Obviously, without the cool outfits. I know the exact reason too. I’m nothing if not aware of my own traumas… Read More Holiday Hate, Holiday Love
I’m completely in love with the written and spoken word. No matter the language, words intrigue me and whenever I think of how NOT fluent I am in any other language but English, I get mopey sad. So, after years of wishing I spoke another language better (or at all), I decided to dash off… Read More Ninety Days in Spain
I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with driving. The love, MY love, is mostly about and for Z. Alice Cooper, my Ice Blue Mini Cooper 2-door Hardtop. She’s sleek and pretty and goes 100 miles an hour without you feeling it. Sitting in her number one seat with the radio blasting, the windows down, the… Read More Crazy Isn’t the only Kind of Driving I Like
One of the most satisfying, though not necessarily exciting things, for me is traveling to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar customs and food (always the food) and creating a routine for myself. As I type this, my host is having her daily siesta and I hear conversation flowing from the windows of nearby apartments. My… Read More Ramblings under the Spanish Sun
I had the best fried chicken* of my life last night.
It wasn’t just good, it was “let’s pause this conversation and take a moment of silence to bless the chef and this yard bird that gave its life in order to shake my very foundations with a culinary orgasm the likes of which I’d never felt before.” Seriously.… Read More Taste This.