Cleveland Tears

Writing is a hard, hard, thing to be in love with.  To actually sign a great agent, have a book sold at auction, get a great editor, or see any materialization from the labor is far-fetched.  Writers have to believe in long shots going in, nothing but net, in the ninth hour.  We have to believe…

Talking About My Generation

It’s no secret at all that I like to write period pieces.  I’ll dabble a bit in the high 1800s, but it’s the twentieth century I like to tap dance all over.  The dash between 1900 and 2000 fascinates me, and I never thought about why until last night when I had one of my…

Magnetism

I often wonder what draws people to one another.  I think about this a lot when writing because I have to make the relationships between my characters real.  I have to find that thread that connects them and write it.  In order to do this I examine my own relationships, as well as the ones…

An Ounce of the ’80s

I was born in the late ’80s…’86 to be exact, so I only have a few memories of the insatiably irreverent era.  I remember my parents splitting up towards the turn of the decade, and I remember my first love being Uncle Jesse, and I remember what everyone else remembers…the music. Yesterday I saw the movie, Rock…

The Nature of Belle Isle

I was poking around on the computer at my mother’s house when I noticed a file with my name on it.  At first I didn’t know what it was, but when I opened it, remembered it immediately.  The top of it said Belle Isle, 1949.  That’s the name of a poem I did an explication…

Swinging from the Brush

I have written about, on several occasions, the special brand of joy I get from watching people’s dreams come true.  Somehow when I see others taking their dreams by the hand for the first time, I think if I get close enough to them, that some of the energy will splash onto me.  It’s like getting…

What if?

Last week, when the Mega Millions Lottery reached the largest amount in history, I bought a few tickets.  I’d never bought a lottery ticket before, but this time I had to.  First of all, I liked the camaraderie.  There was a general buzz of excitement all around.  This was probably nation wide, but I assume was…

Thank You, Adriana Lima

   I avoided the Victoria’s Secret fashion show like Bubonic.  I had no interest in watching it whatsoever.  I wasn’t really dodging it because I didn’t want to see the beauty.  I’m not the bitter, public sweat-pant wearing, she-ogre type.  I love that fashion, standards, and pure energy exuding from gorgeous human bodies exist…it’s an art. …