In Praise of Billionaires, the fictional kind at least, or why I read romance

Since I began reading romance many years ago and certainly since I began writing romance, I’ve had a particular affection for the billionaire trope. When I wrote my debut romance it was a foregone conclusion. My hero is a broody, arrogant billionaire. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I don’t love me a cop, … More In Praise of Billionaires, the fictional kind at least, or why I read romance

Can we talk about another election? Please? or how my romance won this week’s Cover War

For the first time in my life I am truly skeeved (Italo-American idiom, look it up) by our national election. This from a history buff, lawyer and cable news junkie. But here’s the thing. Election 2016 is too crazy for words and I’m very sad to witness the hatred and ignorance out there. Observing this … More Can we talk about another election? Please? or how my romance won this week’s Cover War

Tough Mudder-hood

It’s Mother’s Day for another couple of hours. After last week’s rant, where I uncoolly raged against those who would make light of a new mother’s need to make choices in the workplace, a few observations: Nothing, no thing can ever prepare a mother to be a mother.There is nothing you can read, although yes, … More Tough Mudder-hood

“Meternity”? A woman wrote this? And someone published it?

Really? Fiction that’s allegedly entertaining about a bogus maternity leave taken without a newborn? If only… I mean, really? When I first heard someone wrote a novel about taking a “meternity” leave, or a fake maternity leave to take time for “herself” to figure out the direction of her life, I was speechless. Days later, … More “Meternity”? A woman wrote this? And someone published it?

Wishing you a Klondike connection or Mr.and Mrs. Jack Sprat

I was sitting at this very desk a few nights ago attempting to add precious words to my work in progress. After a long, wearying Wednesday, the love of my life was unwinding in the other room reading the newspaper. Deep into Chapter 12 of the first draft of my next manuscript, I didn’t realize he’d … More Wishing you a Klondike connection or Mr.and Mrs. Jack Sprat

The waiting is the hardest part or why I’m still nauseous

Tomorrow I’m going to a baby shower. The adorable invitation and the purchase of the baby gifts including a spiffy everything old is new again muslin baby blanket, brought back a rush of memories about how it felt to be pregnant with my first child. My debut baby so to speak. Despite all of the … More The waiting is the hardest part or why I’m still nauseous