November 2022 This autumnal journey is one that I’d planned to undertake and one that is quite unexpected. My writing of SILVER DAGGER...

7 November 2022 This recipe has been altered slightly to allow for the inclusion of a sprinkling of dried cranberries. The prep work is...

Halloween 2022 I was a Black Sheep long before I was a Black Cat, although my beloved and dearly departed black cat, Annabella, would,...

12 October 2022 Not mine, of course, but the titles of the Dinosaurus-Media in Great Britain. This morning, I was reading some news,...

Labor Day 2022 The Kitchen Aid washing machine in my Dream House is not working — as of last night. I was not the discoverer of the...

Labor Day 2022 Back in Time to Truckee The name of a folk song that I’d heard during my childhood formed, from the very start, the title...

8 October 2022 Before the settling of the American West was settled, barbed wire formed the physical closing of the range. This cruelly...

Summer 2022 Here’s some music destined to make you smile! I vividly recall this song being played during my childhood at the boardwalk in...

31 July 2022 THE SILENT HEART — in draft form — has been around for a long time in my life, in my paper files, in my computer files....

22 July 2022 Alexander Hamilton is my favorite Founding Father. He founded the city of my birth, Paterson, New Jersey, and he was an...

Independence Day 2022 Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home, I say swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home. I...

2 July 2020 Yesterday, I was working on my laptop, quite happily I might add, working on the translation of Chapter 74 of THE DAWN into...

June 2022 Whether to go or whether to stay: it’s an ages old question, a dilemma that can fix the feet of a hesitant soul right where...

June 2022 The Last Waltz The Normand Hound It’s always easy for me to see, in retrospect, how a novel of mine comes to be. I’ve a fixed...

4 June 2022 The Big Bend “Muse-mobile” has journeyed home! A trip to the Bay Area was necessary for us to pick up the 2022 Ford Bronco,...

18 May 2022 Yestermorn, I was shown the photo of my Ford Bronco coming off the assembly line. “The Green Hornet,” I gasped. Now, I’ve not...

Mid-May 2022 I am hard at work, writing THE LAST WALTZ. Its origins are complex and storied since this novel was conceptualized during my...

Early-May 2022 So many people choose to live in search of justice, or truth, and righting those wrongs that can only be rectified in...

2 May 2022 My Northern French novel is the fictional story that emerged within my writing of THE DAWN. I had to extract it from the...

April’s End 2022 To rewrite the first line of a hackneyed song by the late Marvin Hamlisch: “Memories do not light the corners of my...