Monthly Archives: June 2011

A woman at my reading last night told me her grandparents were married 75 years.  At their 70th anniversary party, they found her grandmother hiding in a closet, smoking a cigarette.  And you thought I made this kind of stuff … Continue reading

What do roller skates, spray paint, Twinkies, and a couple scenes from my novel have in common?  All conceived in Chicago, where I’ll be reading next Tuesday at 7 pm at the Book Stall (actually in Winnetka, a northern suburb).  … Continue reading