Tombstone trip: packing up

Book publicists tend to think geographically, not climatically. When A Thread of Grace was published in January of 2005, the first week of the tour was on the West Coast. The events started in San Diego (sunny and 80), with stops in San Francisco (rain and 55),...

My quietest literary child

In Hollywood, sequels are nearly always cynical attempts to cash in on the popularity of a hit movie. Studio executives light a joss stick in front of vintage 007 poster and offer up prayers that they can turn one success into a profitable franchise. The business plan...

Heading for Tombstone

If you’ve followed this blog for a while, you may remember that I will soon spend five days on horseback in the mountains near Tombstone, Arizona. I hope to post evening updates on that adventure between October 15 and 23 — that’s assuming I’m...

Writing what YOU know…

I’m asking for help again! Last time I requested memories of piano lessons, which were fun and have already been incorporated into the first chapter of The Cure for Anger. Now I’m looking for stories about what it’s like to have a vertebra collapse...

A book by any other name

This morning, my beloved husband of 41 years made me shoot coffee out my nose. He was reading a summary of Dick Cheney’s new memoir In My Time and muttered, “Should have been In Your Face.” Which was funny on sooooo many levels… A lot goes into...

“When all the while, his heart hungered for home.”

A week ago, my husband Don and I went to bed on an unremarkable Friday night. Six hours later, there was a startling 4 AM phone call telling us that my brother Richard had just undergone emergency abdominal surgery for a perforated bowel, part of which had been...