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The Rock vs. In Cold Blood

Many people tell me they don’t read fiction. They tell me that they prefer true stories. They even tell me that they only watch reality TV (although many friends claim not to watch television ever). To all of the truth verses fiction people I say: truth and fact are...

Grandma Sex

While having lunch recently with a neighbor in Maine, we started talking about the love life of older people, people like us.  Maine has the oldest population of any state, so it’s not an unusual subject here. As I tucked into stuffed haddock I began telling my...

How Salma Hayek Almost Killed Me

A map of greater Los Angeles looks like something Picasso drew while wearing a blindfold, and I lived an area where Los Angeles and Beverly Hills swap streets like the artist swapped body parts on his canvas. I lived there because I worked in the Industry. If you have...

Teenage Zombies

At last, here is a short blog.  After all, how much does anyone really know about zombies?  Or teens?  Or how texting became a zombie plot? First, a confession: I’ve tried over and over to watch the AMC television series about zombies in an apocalyptic...

White Boy Blues – Prologue

St. Louis was where buildings first topped the trees and lights displaced the stars. In St. Louis the highways never emptied and people never slept. By age twelve I was certain that if I lived in the city, in any city, I could be anyone I wanted. I wanted to be anyone...

Here Kitty, Kitty

My thriller novel CLAWS is about cats – lions, tigers, and   ligers. Anyone who is reading this blog probably has read my novel or at least knows about it, which means you may know something about ligers too. They are real animals. A liger is the offspring of a male...

Space Poop

Last month I went to see the space shuttle Endeavor.  Endeavor, you may recall, was built to replace Challenger after it broke apart during its 1986 launch, killing the entire crew.  Perhaps you watched news coverage last October as Endeavor struggled to navigate the...

Roll Away The Stone

A little more than a month ago my father died unexpectedly. He was eighty-three. Can death actually be unexpected at eighty-three? My dark suits were pressed and my white shirts ironed. I had a black Armani tie a friend had gifted me. But while my clothing was ready,...

Read the opening pages of my novel, CLAWS

Prologue The female liger was named Kali. In Kiswahili, an African language rooted in Arabic, Kali means fierce, while the Hindu goddess, Kali, is the lord of death. Of course, Kali was unaware of her name or even that she was special. The offspring of a male lion and...