If you grew up as a suburban teenage white boy in the 1980’s, your dad (if he was around) might have listened to Clapton or Hendrix. Your burnout older brother (if you had one) dug Jimmy Page, Brian May, or maybe Ace Frehley. By the time he went to high Continue reading evh: a guitar god for gen-x
I’ve owned many dogs over the years, but none like my latest, Sheba, who is a Kangal, a shepherd breed originating from Turkey. For thousands of years, Kangals have been used to guard goats and sheep, but it was not until the 1980’s that they arrived in the United States. Continue reading how the kangal got her mask
This past decade was when my childhood dream of becoming an author became reality. I began the 2010’s with a manuscript of a fantasy novel, and ended it with 5 published books. Here’s a glance back at some key events: 2010: Went to Paris in April, and Disney World in Continue reading looking back, looking ahead (and a peek at “stray cats”)
In the summer of 1979, my mother moved us from Phoenix, AZ to Greenbelt, MD. I was 12 at the time, and to say that the move changed my life forever would be like saying that the Grand Canyon is a big hole in the ground. Mind you, I hadn’t Continue reading finally home after 40 years
Like most other novels, there’s a disclaimer—albeit with a twist—at the beginning of Lost Dogs, my story about two dogs who witness the end of the human world. It goes like this: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons or dogs, living or dead, Continue reading the “lost dog” we brought home
I’m blessed to live on Maryland’s Eastern Shore, which has a thriving community of authors, musicians, and artists. Recently, I was invited to headline an evening of readings and music that’s held on the third Thursday of the month at a local restaurant, the Commerce Street Creamery & Coffee Shop/Bistro in Continue reading storytelling on a 3rd thursday
In August of last year, we adopted a 150 lb. behemoth of a dog. This, despite the fact that we already had three dogs (and three cats), and we live in a small house. I will be the first to admit that doing so was insane (like, “They-only-allow-you-crayons-to-write-home-with” insane), but Continue reading a tale of two dogs
Recently, my younger daughter Ally got the notion that she’d like to visit Iceland, so her grandmother (who is also a travel bug) gave her air- and hotel fare for a combined Christmas/birthday present, and off we went during the first week of February. Why then, in the midst of Continue reading we come to the land of the ice and snow
A few weeks ago, I went to my “30-ish” year high school reunion. We were supposed to meet the year before, but couldn’t get it done. It happens. I’m not really sure why I went. For me, the best part of high school was leaving. It’s not that I went Continue reading my new old friends
The latest in a series about influences from my earlier days All of the books and movies that I’ve discussed so far in this series have been works of fiction that have influenced my writing. Looking Out for Number One, by Robert J. Ringer, is non-fiction, and it had a Continue reading when the world was young: “looking out for number one”
