The Envelope Please
Every year around this time I become an Oscar “widow.” As many of you know, my husband Sandy covers entertainment for a living, so on the Big Night while I’m in my Oscar gown (meani...
Stitch it and they’ll come
I got an email the other day from a lady in Utah, who’d come up with a novel idea (no pun intended!) to raise money for a new library in her community. Here’s what Jo Garver wrote:&n...
And the winner is
Every year when my intrepid reporter husband is getting ready to go out to LA to cover the Oscars, I’m guaranteed to have at least one person—usually more than one—ask, “Are yo...
Serendipitous Meetings
I met fellow author Jane Green when we were both speaking at the La Jolla Writers conference last fall. We bonded while seated together at the signing table, when Jane offered to nip over to the...
Books, books, books
I used to live in a house filled with books. Everywhere you looked were bookshelves, all crammed with everything my husband and I had ever read (along with about ten years worth of Sandy’s...
My Love Hate Affair with e-readers
Okay, I admit I was suspicious at first. I’m basically a Luddite at heart and the idea of reading a book without an actual, physical copy in hand – the scent of freshly printed pages...
Free time, free mind…
When I’m on deadline I often think of the scene in the movie “Private Benjamin,” where a bedraggled Goldie Hawn is marching in the rain and cries plaintively, “I want to ...
Out of the Salt Mines…
Whenever I’m asked “How’s the book coming along?” I always think of it as one long book that never ends. That’s how it feels when I’m in what I call the &lsqu...
Speaking of Florida, I do miss the warm weather. It never got warm enough for me to hit the pool, though I did dunk my toe in from time to time before ultimately wimping out. On the plus side, coming home to New York means I am reunited with my adorable and extremely patient husband, Sandy. He managed just fine in my absence, with the help of local eateries that deliver takeout, but still…He even did the laundry. I’m so proud of him. Yesterday, his reward was a batch of homemade chocolate biscotti. Did I mention I’ve become addicted to biscotti lately? I made a batch recently and it was so good, I had to show extreme self-restraint not to go beyond my nightly two-with-a-cup-of-tea limit. Sandy, on the other hand, shows no such restraint. Luckily for him, he’s got a guy’s metabolism, so he can handle it without packing on the pounds.
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