Sorry for the spotty blogs. I’m working on my next mystery novel, Winds of Presence, and am taking a break from blogging at a time when there is so much I could be saying. Enjoy the summer.

I see this morning that Author James Patterson has apologized for his recent remarks claiming that white male writers who struggle to find work are victims of “another form of racism.” His apology was predictable. Anyone who makes a comment that implies that racism can’t be suffered by a white…

It feels like the news today is not about what’s happening but who’s reporting on it. When Fox News decided not to show the January 6 prime time hearings on its news network, the cry from other media outlets could be heard around my newsfeed. The last time I looked,…

Sometimes you hear things first – or at least early – on our little island. I’m not talking about local gossip but potentially serious stuff that may or may not make you feel good. Like this morning. I was headed to the post office to pick up our mail when…

The two workmen who showed up to replace our poorly installed blinds looked like Penn and Teller. I prayed that their work wasn’t as laughable as the last two comedians that dealt with our window treatment several months ago. The ones who mismeasured the blinds and ruined the woodwork. I…

I just saw that President Trump is writing a book about the 2020 election. Listen, I’m writing a book – not about the election – but a fun-filled mystery set on an island in southwest Florida. I’m actually writing it – my fourth novel in fact – as versus what…

A friend of mine was telling me the other day that her daughter hates Christianity. If she walks into a restaurant and sees a cross on the wall, she will leave. I thought back to the scene on the Omen, an old horror movie, where a couple tries to take…

The pleasant lady who is helping us build a house in a continuous care retirement community in Sarasota called with the bad news today: “I’m sorry, but THEY won’t allow you to have no-see-um screen on your patio.” “Are you kidding me?” I shot back. “That means I won’t be…

I used to be amused, perhaps even flattered, when people told me I looked like Bette Midler. They would hasten to add, “And she’s so pretty.” Pretty is not a word I would ever use to describe myself – and I’m not being modest, just a realist. And, certainly, there…

I saw on my newsfeed that while President Biden was speaking the other day about increasing ethanol production a bird pooped on his lapel. I can sympathize. It’s happened to me twice; double the indignity. I don’t remember much about the second fly-over, but the first is emblazoned in my…