How I Got Suspended from Next Door

This week, I had the singular experience of being suspended from our Next Door online neighborhood group for allegedly breaking the following guidelines: Those of you who know me may be surprised, nay shocked, by...

A New Parable of the Good Samaritan?

A while ago, I witnessed an exchange between two members of a panel discussion on the ”caravans” of refugees from South America that had once dominated the 24 hour news cycle. Panelist A described watching...

CSI (Your City Here) vs Real Forensics

I did something really cool a while back. I went to a seminar sponsored by  Mystery Writers of America (MWA), an organization I joined after the publication of my first Gina Miyoko Mystery, THE ANTIQUITIES HUNTER (from Pegasus Crime)....

Today is Ray Bradbury Day

Today is the 99th anniversary of the birth of a man who filled me with the love of words, of sentences, of stories, of ideas, of possibilities. A man who gave me the best advice...

This is … My Rewrite of Emma Lazarus’s Poem

I regret that it’s time for this again. Some of you may have heard a song I wrote for the Möbius Street album entitled “Mother of Exiles.” This phrase—Mother of Exiles—was immortalized on a tablet...

Sixteen Things Update

A while back there was this meme-thingie on the Interwebs in which you tagged someone and asked them to tell 16 random things about themselves. I published my list here about four years back, came...

Announcing THE ANTIQUITIES HUNTER Blog Tour

I am doing a new thing with this novel—a blog tour! So, please do check my calendar here for tour dates and follow along. Currently confirmed dates are: 09-25-18  @4:00 pm – Science fiction author/blogger Juliette...

Mass Shootings, False Flags and False Logic

I wrote this essay in 2016 after the Pulse massacre in Orlando. I rerun it now in the wake of another Floridian tragedy—the Valentine’s Day massacre at a Parkland, Florida high school, which took 17...

This is … A Marching Band Mom’s Squee

Watching the London New Year’s Day Parade was like playing a Marching Band Mom version of Where’s Waldo? That’s my ‘Waldo’ (daughter Amanda) in the foreground of the photo to the left, marching tenor sax...