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.

When a creative idea hits, I need to remember it. When I forget how I remember, though, I know my memory fails me.

You would think someone who makes his living writing wouldn’t have a problem with hard words, but this will convince you I do.

Walking the dogs is challenging enough in our ever-changing weather, but the weather app I use for guidance is all wet.

A regular encounter with a communication barrier taught us something the dogs already knew – you can find joy in any language.

I have a ridiculously over-sized, over-built, and over-weight workbench that has made two house moves. I’m happy to report the bench is back.

Too many story ideas and too many distractions mean my editors have imposed deadlines on me. That’s good — and painful.

A recent summer evening brought back the magic of fireflies flitting about on a summer evening.

A meme sparked memories of what I read as a kid, and the books were not exactly children’s classic literature.

Kids today have it so much easier, even if they might be a wee bit safer than my own generation.