I think I might have identified three seasons of the writer. The first is the season of inspiration. The problem with this season is that it can strike at any time and any…

I found an unexpected moment of quiet tonight. As the dusky sky, a yellowed pink hue, gave way to dark blues, I sat on my sofa in the glow of my Christmas tree.…

In honor of Friday the 13th, here’s a quick blurb from my book, The Italian Holiday. The characters just happen to be discussing Friday the 13. Only they are in Florence, in the…

My internal playlist continues to fluctuate between the song “Don’t Stop” by Fleetwood Mac and “It’s The End of the World” by REM.  How bout you? Anyway, they say you come across what…

My friend Ariane sent me a text the other day with this question. “What is one book you wished everyone would read?” And I haven’t slept since. That’s not completely true, I haven’t…