I vowed when I owned a house, I would not have any prints hanging on my walls, only original artwork. No mass printed Monet water lilies, no Degas dancers- the real thing. The real thing is, however, expensive. Very expensive. So I've created my own art work for décor. I mimicked ... more »
The following is adapted from an intro written for Thursday's Theatre of Words & Music, featuring established and emerging writers at Cornerstone Books in Salem, MA on the fourth Thursday of every month at 7pm. About thirteen years ago I wrote and published a novel called The Jewel of the ... more »
The dark scares me Because it is dark. It is black with no one around me. Someone might come and get me. Somebody, I don't know who. Somebody might take me into the woods. It is very dark in the woods. It's hard to see To see in the dark. When I close my eyes It's ... more »
I am your mother. You sit in your highchair with strained peas plastered on your sweet pudgy cheeks. You wear a pink bow. You are innocent. You are so young. Jonathan had muscle. You could know nearly everything about him just by looking at his arms and face. Blonde curly hair, like that ... more »