The young woman seated opposite me at the restaurant was an orphan. A few months earlier, her mother had died of cancer. Her father had departed this earth years earlier after a fall from a ladder. Both parents I’d known since college, a bookish pair who remained in the same four-st

Despite the high critical praise he receives, I’ve always felt Ernest Hemingway was an overrated writer.  Maybe his chauvinistic sweat offends me.  That shouldn’t be a reason for shunning his art, of course, but it does explain why his female characters are so flat and docile &#

Who would have thought the life of former President Hamilton would make good theatre, or that T. S. Elliot’s reference to cats in, “The Waste Land” would inspire a Broadway musical?  Certainly, I’d have scoffed at either project had they been suggested to me.  That both thea

Editing books appears to be a job headed for specialization.  In the past, my novels were reviewed by one individual.  That person corrected for both content and technical errors.  Between the time I did extensive rewrites on my upcoming novel, Ballet Noir, and was ready for a fina