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I’m thrilled to announce my upcoming book launch for Snakeroot and Cohosh. I received my galley a couple weeks ago and I love the look and feel of this finished product. Some exciting events are being planned to help immerse readers into the world of Eva and Luther, including a digital campaign to promote the book’s curated music playlist featuring artists like Tyler Childers, Charles Wesley…

Selling books is tough.  In the beginning, I got cocky.  People were buying my book left and right.  Most were friends…. Good friends.  They came to my book launch events and some even bought more than one to give as gifts.  I assumed each book event would be the same… lots of sales… lots of meaningful conversations… lots of green or at least added cash to my Venmo or Zelle accounts.  The only…

You’re not going to like what I write here. It’ll likely rub you the wrong way.  You might say I’m unappreciative or that I should have run the numbers first. You’re not wrong.   I did run the numbers, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see for myself.  I drove four hours to a beach town to sell my book.  I was offered the chance to sit on the front porch of a lovely bookstore in an exclusive…

I write to define the things I feel.. the frustrations, the fear and uncertainty of what’s coming. This is a piece I started writing for a contest when I needed to create a rhyming story for an NYC Midnight contest. I submitted something different, but this piece still speaks to me. In this world of crazy and false prophets, I can only hope that we’ll see through this horrific charade to the…

Japanese Maple at Clifford The Tree Eyes filled – saturated reds, fluttering, dropping… like ancient stars falling – losing one palmate leaf at a time.  Ephemeral, carnelian, lichen splotched branches reach delicately skyward.  A breath loosens the small red hands – a graceful dance to earth awaiting death and decay.  Ground smattered with the first remnants of loosed tendrils, blood-red flakes…

I pulled the last of my vegetables from their stalks over the weekend – a few straggly jalapeno and banana peppers, some woody green beans and the last four okra.  My carrots greens continue to flourish.  The actual carrots – not so much. They’re stumpy and resemble old man toes, but our rabbit doesn’t complain.  My herb garden is surprisingly blah – think the summer sauna wilted the mint and…

Thank you for reading. As always comments and feedback are welcome.

Josie, the Killer, sun bathing post-swim I’m listening to Zach Bryan’s new album, The Great American Bar Scene. His opening poem, Lucky Enough, sets the tone… “If I”m lucky enough, I’ll tell the truth every chance I get…’Cause smiles faked to appease another is worth ten regrets.” Prophetic and poetic. I’m pulled back to my computer wanting to write my truths – the good, the bad and the ugly.…