It's hard to think of a time when parks were more essential to life as a New Yorker than right now. In these days of mandatory indoor time even my introspective soul is climbing the walls. Walking some of the larger parks of New York City like Central Park or Hudson River Park has always… Continue reading New Yorker to the core: love notes to NYC: #3: parks and green spaces
I'm one of those I'll always love New York, New Yorkers, not blind to its flamboyant flaws but too deeply in love with the Big Beautiful Apple to care. Yes, I've been privileged to travel some, but when the pandemic ravaged my city, the treasures still standing here took tighter hold of my heart. Broadway,… Continue reading New Yorker to the core: a love note to New York City: #1: outdoor art on the lower Hudson Riverwalk
I'm lucky enough to be on a vacation with the love of my life. We did not go far. But we are away. We've had time for lots of sun, sand, biking, food, wine, talking, reading, walking. You get the idea. And lots of time to think. Away from the hubbub of the city, my… Continue reading Wear the shorts.
There are times in a writer's life when she doubts the validity of the choice to write. Although of course a writer will tell you writing is not a choice. She cannot help but write. She must write. Even if it's in a stolen few hours late in the evening when everyone else is asleep,… Continue reading Sticks and Stones
We went to the Shakespeare in the Park production of the Taming of the Shrew at the Delacorte Theatre the other night. The all female cast which included both Janet McTeer (currently jerking tears in film as Will's mum in Me Before You) and Cush Jumbo, was superlative. And yet. I won't jump on the… Continue reading Beyonce rules. The Bard drools.
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… Continue reading Wishing you a Klondike connection or Mr.and Mrs. Jack Sprat
Yesterday was a good day. The nasty weather meant I had more time to do what I love to do most—write. I tackled a tricky scene in my work in progress and even though it's still a mess, I can tell the story is going places. But this morning I awakened to—nada. The muse is… Continue reading I am not a mused or blogged down in promo hell
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… Continue reading The waiting is the hardest part or why I’m still nauseous
I swear it started out innocently enough. I was just doing a little research. After all, I write about happily ever afters. HEAs specifically in the realm of contemporary romance. Surely it was an obligation to turn on the television and see just what the marriage of contemporary romance and reality TV had spawned? And… Continue reading Saying I do to The Bachelor