Writing a romance novel can be hard.
Very hard.
Not actually hard like a slow, throbbing, erect dragon waiting to release its masculine fire inside you, but hard like difficult.
This is espec...Read More >
Sixteen years have come to this: a weekend away for Mom and Dad, and no babysitter. For the first overnight occasion ever, I did not hire or otherwise impose upon a responsible adult to call the sho...Read More >
He was the kid who liked jigsaw puzzles—insisting on doing four or five at a time. He was the high school shop nerd, and the college student with the incredible tan from working constructi...Read More >
Every Thursday afternoon, you could find Hazel and Violet Edwards, single sisters in their 50s, sitting in Dr. MacDonald’s small downtown office. Once a week, the optometrist traveled from a ...Read More >
Writing a romance novel can be hard.
Very hard.
Not actually hard like a slow, throbbing, erect dragon waiting to release its masculine fire inside you, but hard like difficult.
This is espec...Read More >
Back in college, I lived on a steady diet of frozen yogurt, falafel, and Simone de Beauvoir. She was my heroine, and her book The Second Sex was my Bible. I also read Germaine Greer and many obscure F...Read More >
By the ripe age of 21, every woman should be able to undo their own bra. As young girls fumbling our way through puberty, we are handed down an age-old technique for bra removal. This little behind...Read More >
In 1965, Dominican diplomat, race car driver, and general man about town Porfirio Rubirosa married his fifth wife, French actress Odile Rodin. He was a young 56. She was a mature 19. When interviewi...Read More >
Dear readers, let's be clear.
It wasn't a criminal investigation. It was a review. A preliminary review? Yes, that's right. A probe, perhaps - Maybe.
Well, whatever it is the South Carolina State La...Read More >
So I went to church this weekend for the first time in... probably 10 months or so. This monumentous event was direct result of the conversation I had on Friday night, plus a supplimental conversation...Read More >
I flew home to Charleston today, and as soon as the plane is about to take off, the lady next to me begins to cry. Immediately I panic, my first instinct is to lean over and ask, 'What's wrong, ...Read More >
Let's face it - The state of New York did not crumble into Lake Ontario after Gov. Eliot Spitzer's affair.
Then again, that's New York. What about South Carolina? We weren't exactly thriving be...Read More >