This week snuck up on me. I never know precisely how it happens, but I do know. I get busy. Really busy. And time escapes me. And so here I am, coming to the party empty handed. I don’t even a box of cookies to offer. But even that poses a problem for me because… Read More I Have No Cookies
As I write this blog, fireworks are going on outside. The smells of sulfur and barbecue fill the air, and a smoky haze is hanging all around. I remember a time when all Americans celebrated the Fourth of July happily, because they believed this was a great country. We were raised to believe that. We… Read More The Fourth of What?
My annual review at work came around a couple of weeks ago, and I asked for a raise. I’ve been busting my ass, taken on a tremendous responsibility, proven myself over and over again, and worked there for 8 years without one single raise. My supervisor agreed with everything. We took it to our director,… Read More My New York State of Mind
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I don’t know where people find the time to watch TV. I know some people who have completely packed lives, and yet they somehow manage to follow 25 different shows. Well, mazel tov. The problem for me is that television has entered a new golden age… Read More Sex, Sex, Sex
I’m writing this on a Monday. As everyone knows, Monday is the red-headed stepchild of the weekdays. It is maligned, cursed, kicked around, and when it’s over, people cheer at its departure. And I partake regularly of this abuse.Some Mondays feel like any other day of the week. Some Mondays feel like Mondays (you know… Read More Monday, Mondays
No, this blog is not about that. This is my first blog since the release of my novel The Potion, and although it’s not my first novel, it is a bucketful of firsts for me. I’ll tick them off. It’s my first book with Dirt Road Books. Unlike previous times, I am the publisher. When… Read More My First
I did an interview recently and one of the questions asked what my background is and whether it influences my writing. My response explained that I come from an Italian immigrant family and that, yes, it does influence my writing. Children of immigrant parents often have to grow up quickly and take on certain responsibilities… Read More Speaking of Representation…