Witnessed a simple episode of a man holding the door for others and it made me think about the importance of teaching manners.

The iceman cometh no more. I can now fill a glass with ice and water direct from the door of the refrigerator. Why am I awed by this miracle?

‘Twas the night before Liars’ Table goes on sale and I’m wondering if I’ll ever not be nervous about a book launch.

Trash day means the simple act of rolling the can down to the street before the truck arrives for pickup. What could possibly go wrong?

When I hear of consumers chasing hard-to-find products, I wonder if the shortage is real or if the old scarcity marketing tactic is at play.

I love nothing more than being outside. Unfortunately, Mother Nature hates me and tries hard to make my life miserable.

In a bizarre moment I had long forgotten, I once hired a private investigator to sweep an office for bugs. Hidden microphones, not insects.

My love for—no, my need for—the great outdoors led to an unusual rain date last week.

My father taught me the importance of using people’s names, but did I learn the lesson?

Tropical Storm Fred hammered us with rain, forcing rivers out of their banks. One frantic plea hit me more than others – left or right?

With the name of my next novel announced (Liar’s Table), I’m preparing for the liars, liar’s, and liars’ debate.

This time last year, we were dealing with the aftermath of Hurricane Isaias—fallen trees, flooding, alligator burglars, and social media scorn.