I saw him again last night And you know that I shouldn't To string me along's just not right If he couldn't he wouldn't Bu...

Perhaps I should explain. Almost every author wants their novel made into a movie. It stands to reason. That way, you might earn more than t...

I can't name a favorite Harold Lloyd movie. Like children or grandchildren, they're all special to me in their own way. But there is...

What is it about you, Harold Lloyd? What's the mystery? Part of it is, of course, the fact that you are plain gorgeous. Add to that supe...

This is the best of times, and the worst of times, all glommed together. Things are particularly sweet with my grandkids. For Ryan's 5t...

Do I know anything about Dorothy Collins? No. Except that she kicks the hell out of this song. I heard Cleo Laine sing it many years ago and...

Rah, old dolly.

In making inquries about my Harold Lloyd novel ( The Glass Character), I scraped up my nerve and sent an email to Kevin Brownlow, who is wi...

I want it to stop, but it won't. Today I found out about the winner of the Westminster Kennel Club Best in Show: a Scottish deerhound na...

I don't know how someone can love across the ages or even haunt coz I guess in strict terms you really are a ghost or maybe just a frien...

When I started this blog some months ago, I had a sort-of theme in mind. I wanted it to be basically an ad for my fiction, so maybe, just m...

Well, almost. When a non-proficient computerphobe like me has to retrieve a file that contains an entire novel (several years' worth o...