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Crying On The Passers-by

I went to another Tiger’s baseball game a few nights ago with my sister-in-law.  It was a cool, beautiful evening. Perfect baseball weather. We would have been by Brennan Boesch, but he was playing left field instead of his usual right field position. Maybe that was a forewarning. In the third inning, the people sitting […]

Friday Five Funnies

On Fridays, many bloggers post the “Friday Five”–a list of five from any subject they choose. Usually it’s the top five tweets of the week. I don’t tweet. So I thought I’d do the top five movies of all time. Ha. Like I’m qualified to do that. OK, moving on. I thought I could share […]

A Voice Among the Thorns

Inspiration to write another book zapped me again. And it was kind enough to provide a title before I ever wrote a word–A Voice Among the Thorns.  Scenes and characters crowded my mind and I couldn’t wait to begin writing. I knew making the main character, a seventeen-year-old girl, “real” was going to be a […]

Peace, Quiet and Everlasting Gobstoppers

I love the book, Five Minutes’ Peace by Jill Murphy. It’s about Mrs. Large who tries to escape for a bubble bath with her tea, toast, cupcake and newspaper–just for five minutes. I could have told her mothers never get five minutes peace if they’re in the bathroom. Laundry room, maybe. But a mother in […]

Tan Line Confessions

It began harmlessly enough. So many things do, you know. My capri pants and remarkably pale calves (they had an alien-like glow in the sunlight) were an unsightly combination. I decided to use a little self-tanner to give them some color. Those of you who are fair skinned can empathize. I’m so pale, my lovely French […]


Inspiration is a funny thing. It can be elusive and unpredictable. It’s very inconvenient when I’m faced with a deadline and my inspiration is AWOL. Inspiration can be forced, although it’s not a pretty sight. Close your eyes tightly, tense every muscle in your body, concentrate intently and try to squeeze out inspiration, so it […]

Beware A Visit From Le Nain Rouge

The banks of the Detroit river-July 29, 1763 The soldier drew a hand across his sweaty brow. His heavy breathing left only the faintest whisper in the air. He looked around at the 260 men preparing to spend a short night on the banks of the Detroit river. The silence with which they could set […]