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Existential Crisis or not?

After the farmer’s market, some mornings, I drive around, usually down Ventura Blvd. It’s been conducive to considering life, writing. I find that I usually stop somewhere for a coffee and write. Even though I’m widely published in literary journals … Continue reading

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Enter to win

Ladies and gentlemen, To celebrate my summer release of as-of-yet-unnamed book of short stories, I’m giving away books for the next few months. Enter to win a copy of West End on GoodReads!

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Random facts stalkers don’t know…

I grew up in a tough neighborhood. (don’t stereotype me) I was in a band. (for about 5 minutes) I was in a few movies. (another 5 minutes) I wrote my first “novel”at the age of 11. (an angst ridden … Continue reading

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Girls Who Read

When I was in middle school, I worked in the school library.  Having moved from the city to the suburbs, it was a whole different experience. I didn’t even want to go to school in the city – I can’t … Continue reading

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