I’m at that tentative stage. The exciting. mystifying stage of beginning a new novel. I dread what’s to come. The struggle to put...

Tomorrow I’ll stand at a train station, metaphorically speaking, and wave goodbye to a cast of characters who overstayed their welcome by...

Four years ago I started writing a new novel. Six months from start to finish, I said to myself as I sat on a sunny apartment balcony in...

Today is special – a launch day for one of my novels – Stolen Child. It was published some years ago in the UK and is now about to be...

It’s that time of year again―hearts and roses and true-blue declarations of enduring love. Valentine’s Day is a bright red splash in a...

Today is launch day for my book Fragile Lies. It’s a strange feeling to watch a book go out into the world. It’s like opening the door...

I had the privilege of being present at the birth of my first grandchild. Even now, ten years later, the memory still moves me profoundly...

What was under your bed when you were a child? A discarded teddy, comics, old records, tapes, CD’s, a doll with a broken arm, a...

The Christmas Vigil A dedication to anyone who has waited too long for their partner to come home from the annual Christmas party....

Reports in the media suggest that Irish bacon is not what it appears to be and retailers are telling porkies to their customers. and some...