When I was cleaning out my parents house to sell it back in 2011, I found these keys in my parents' basement in an old coffee can. Obvio...

That's an empty nest. My nest is not empty. Jackson D'Lynne found that out when she interviewed me. Head on over to her blog a...

That's me, age two, sleeping peacefully. I love to sleep like a rock. Although there have been times when traumatic events and other d...

After the Storm was written as a round robin by six of the Prism Book Group authors. From the first, it was offered as a free promotion f...

That's me. I went to England and Scotland many, many years ago. My friend, Liz, went with me. It was a two week tour--one week in Lon...

This is my take on a classic recipe. A little curry spices up this dish just enough to make it a true crowd pleaser. It's quick, too, w...

It can be done, although it took a while before I understood the process. (Triple click, swipe with TWO fingers.) You can have an entire Kin...

I joined Instagram. One of my painting friends in Grace Graupe-Pillard's painting workshop, told me how much she enjoys Instagram. S...

We all digress. That's why authors need editors. Long before I hand my manuscript over to an editor, I find sentences, phrases, even ...

I didn't write last weekend. Instead, I made stuffed cabbage. My mother used to call stuffed cabbage halupki, but hubby's family...

This is a detail from the calendar I used when I wrote A RUSH OF LIGHT.  I started off being neat and typing in the scenes. Then, as I b...

Hubby and Daughter #1 enjoying the ride. Me clutching Daughter #2. Many, many years ago, there was a Giant Slide at the Keansburg Am...

I read PAMELA, by Samuel Richardson. I read it because it was a bestseller after it was published in 1740. I read it because it was the fir...

When I started doing research for PATRIOT'S HEART, I discovered American patriots were offered one hundred acres for their service when ...

I live in New Jersey. The beach is not far away. When I walk on the beach--which is often--I pick up shells. Until I retired, I taught young...

This is the newsletter I sent out yesterday. I send out newsletters on a quarterly basis--or sometimes less than that. I usually include a...

After my brother died in 1973, my mother began finding four-leaf clovers. Not just a few here and there, but lots of them--for years, eve...

...playing with dolls--only there are no dolls. There are characters in my head and I manipulate them while writing down the scenes. At l...

That's my mom on the left holding Daughter #2. Hubby's mom is on the right holding Daughter #1. The photo was taken in 1981, so Da...

I painted this portrait almost thirty years ago. A friend agreed to pose for me with her baby. I took several photos and used those as my ...