Rodrigo Santoro
I have to admit to having a crush on Rodrigo Santoro. Yes, I'm happily married, but if this man came to my front door, it would break my heart to say no. And because there's no danger this will ever…
QUEEN FOR A DAY
I'm probably dating myself. Do you remember that TV program? Some of you might think reality TV is tacky, that our standards have diminished from lofty heights. You never saw Queen For A Day, then.Five contestants would tell their story…
Peter: My first love at Age 6
Peter was my first love. His mother was a model, and a woman so beautiful, she took my breath away every time I looked at her. I felt like I should pay money to someone, she was that striking. My…
Oh The Places You Will Go
One of my friends retired and was leaving for a very long vacation, sailing around the world. He'd been planning this trip for his whole life. Part of it included some volunteer work in Thailand, I think.We gave him the…
Never Give Up, Never Surrender
I loved Galaxy Quest. The law of unintended consequences made this a funny twist on real vs. simulation. The "simulators" became real, actually accomplished in reality what they were acting in the show. On day "F" I blogged about Failing…
Mama Said There’d Be Days Like This
Spent all day today driving from San Diego to Santa Rosa. My husband and I finished a book on tape called Vanished, and it was wonderful. A real thriller. Highly recommend the unabridged version. I suddenly feel in awe of…
Keep The Boats Afloat
I got the opportunity to visit Coronado Island and watch as SEAL class 288 was doing their boat crew exercises. Watching them learn to maneuver as a team, hauling those heavy boats up and over the rocks over and over…
Josh: Writing the Bad Boys
I wrote my first book, Angel, which will be out on the e-formats in May, without a villain. I used the barrier of an angel wanting to be human as being the villain in the original story. But after I…
I Write For The Next Generation
Whenever I look at this little guy (see the videos down below) I am reminded of why I write. His little innocent eyes will probably never read some of my racy love stories. I write so that part of me…