In honor of the New Year, I’ve been asked to re-post this blog from 2013. It’s convenient because… Continue reading
Personally, I liked my title better. They also made a few changes to which I prefer the original. The art work doesn’t look like me at all.
And one reader is making comments at the end of the online version that are … well … interesting. When people who follow my blog comment on it, it’s usually friendly, and it feels intimate. When a total stranger is critical in a huge public forum, well, let’s just say I hadn’t anticipated it! Oh, the vicissitudes of fame!
But all that said, I’m still thrilled!
Most writers questions whether their work is any good. If they’re not questioning, it’s probably not very good.
Having blog followers and facebook Likes is one way to feel good. Getting published is another. Getting paid is still another. Today I have all three!
I send my genuine thanks to anyone who has supported my return to writing after many years.
Ever fantasize about going to a dude ranch? Me neither. So how did I come to find myself standing in line, waiting my turn to have lunch ladled onto my tin home-on-the-range style plate? Continue reading
The article about naked vegan cooking was short and a little cheesy, but informative enough, I thought. Until I noticed something more sinister eyeing me from between the baba ghanouj and sweet corn fritters… Continue reading
Licking the Spoon is the title of my book in progress about food, sex and relationship. It’s also my metaphor for living life with gusto… Continue reading
I’ve been on the edge of my seat, haven’t you? I mean waiting to see whether the paparazzi-snapped photos of the princess sunbathing topless will make it into the mass media!
I sometimes joke that I got into sex education through the back door. No, not that back door, silly… Continue reading
In Part 1 of the above, I continued the story of how I became interested in writing, from innocent rhymes to my mother to racy novellas to winning a high school award. Unfortunately, no one thought to refer me to a college with a decent writing program. I was like the Oliver Twist of writing … Continue reading
My enjoyment of writing began early, as I described in a previous post Pretty Girls, Phallic Symbols, and the Mysterious Human Brain. Starting with childish tributes to my mother’s beauty (almost as soon as I could write), I soon became more sophisticated. By age 11, I was regaling my friends with a novella written in daily installments. As we walked to school, they listened, wide-eyed, to a growing tale of deep mystery. It was set in London, with a lovely young heroine who had recently lost her mother. As she visited the cemetery one foggy, lonely night… Continue reading