In my blog of January 20, I speculated on the pluses and minuses of attempting to preserve every little jot and squiggle we have decided to honor as great art. If Shakespeare had been denied his hour to strut and fret upon the stage, I wrote, would the stars twinkle less brightly? The
Susan Stoner, author of the Sage Adair Historical Mystery Series and I were browsing through in a large, three-storied bookstore the other day when suddenly my friend paused and, looking down the aisle at the floor to ceiling shelves, uttered a deep sigh. “Gosh, there are a lot of b
A friend sent me an announcement for a memoir contest sponsored by the Huffington Post and AOL. Top prize is a book contract with a major publishing house and $5,000. My friend knew I’d been thinking of writing a memoir about my four years abroad, first in England and Europe and the