Now that I’ve settled on calling the sequel, “The Nancy Who Drew the Way Home,” I started to think about what the concept of home means to me now. Continue reading
Life can strip you of everything. What it cannot do is take away your inner being. For that is yours and yours alone. Continue reading
The last doorway I went in search of was nowhere to be found. St. Mary Abbot’s Hospital. How could an entire hospital disappear? I’d only spent a week there back in 1976, but it was such a memorable week that I wanted to go back and see the place. Continue reading
The man and the bear are drinking Amstel Light, which to me meant, I’m-still-light. I drank in the fact that I was still light. I gave it to the man to share with the bear. Continue reading
Dedicated to the one who once drew me, and I drew back, in my drawings… Continue reading
It’s all about releasing. Call it a cough or a cold but do call it humbling. When you’re humble you’re vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be open, maybe in ways that don’t feel good. But if you’re a writer you have to be open, and keep opening more and more to get to the core. Continue reading
The search began when I sat at this desk one morning in 1976… Continue reading
