You want me to pee in that?

I spent most of the month of May in Japan, traveling from Tokyo to Kyoto, Hiroshima, Osaka, and points in between. We rode on trains, buses, street cars, and boats. We saw villages, and temples, and huge shopping centers. But the most shocking discovery I made? These! That’s right, girls! The women of Japan still […]

Losing It All

Frank Barnes is content living on the streets of Atlanta. A soup kitchen and a makeshift shanty sure beat his days as a POW in Vietnam. But Chloe Roberts can’t handle the eviction that sends her into the hell of homelessness. With no family or friends to turn to, Chloe and her children are sucked […]

I Don’t Feel so Good

You’re burning up. Your joints ache and your muscles hurt—even around your eyes. You lie down because you’re so weak, but then you sit up to cough, and watery snot rushes from your nose. Poor baby. You’ve got the flu. In honor of the virus that has helped me sell millions of books—(well, hundreds)—I thought […]

My favorite rat story

I first realized I had a rat problem when the bread rack in our school’s kitchen was attacked one night. The nasty buggers had gnawed through the plastic wrappers and pigged out on our hamburger buns. For fifteen years, I had been an elementary school cafeteria manager, but this was the worst destruction I’d seen […]

Getting Naked in the ATL

Hubby decided to treat me to a day at the spa for our anniversary. Little did I know that I would end up buck naked with lots of other buck naked women sitting in hot tubs. The Korean sauna (jim jil bang) hubby chose was no hole-in-the-wall Asian joint crammed between a dry cleaner and […]

Contagion – Where Does it End?

“The average person touches their face three to five times every waking minute. In between, we’re touching doorknobs, water fountains, and each other.” Kate Winslet’s character in the movie Contagion. I couldn’t agree more with Steven Soderbergh’s premise of single touch transmission, first two people are infected, then four, then sixteen. Within just a few […]

Critique Groups

I didn’t do well with writers’ critique groups. As far back as kindergarten, my progress reports showed a propensity for uncooperativeness. But for years I tried attending gatherings where we’d read an excerpt from a story or discussed pages we’d been sent ahead of time. There are all kinds of people in critique groups. The pompous […]