Living in the North Carolina mountains normally means pleasant weather, but our current summer heat means we swelter in place.

When a snack craving interrupts the writing process, I hunt for anything edible, even mystery munchies that might be a little old.

A simple request to put away leftover food using plastic wrap left me clinging to catastrophe and searching for a better way.

With Flag Day on June 14, I thought I would share a learning moment from a mistake. Let’s call it a flag on the play.

Maybe my neighbors didn’t notice, but I took a walk on the trashy side last week and need to confess my mistake.

On this very special day, take a moment to remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice. Have a grateful Memorial Day.

A poor bunny made a bad decision, so I wanted to pay my respects with a requiem for a rabbit. My dogs plotted their own event.

My very first job taught me so much about business and about life. It was truly the education of a paperboy in a job largely forgotten.

In the classic tale, the big bad wolf huffs and puffs and blows two of the three little pigs’ houses down. I wondered, “What if…?”

When I gathered the dogs in my study, I realized how similar it was to all the meetings I attended in my corporate world days.

As we wrap up the editorial work on my next novel, Sour Notes, it’s time I sit down at my desk and answer the question, “What’s next?”

Boudleaux Bryant’s rock ballad performed by Nazareth declares Love Hurts. I witnessed a young man experience the pain just last week.