Despite this week’s postage rate increase, a handwritten letter still far outweighs the cost and enhances the power of thank you.

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?”