We went to Cincinnati to see my imaginary violin concerto boyfriend, Beethoven’s (he only wrote one, but wowzers!). Happily, we went on Sunday afternoon. Happily, because the soloist, the phenomenal Anne-Sophie Mutter, stopped the concert on Saturday night smack dab in the middle of the…
It’s the first day of the month, so there’s a new micro-mini story on my Hot Flashes page. Now. “Slicks” is what we call flat dumplings. I was raised with fluffy puffy dumplings, but Charlie’s mom made the flat, noodley kind, which her kids call…
The fabulous Tony Acree, author of the HAND OF GOD supernatural thrillers, and I have collaborated on a cross-over story. Lonnie, Me, and the Hand of God Victor McCain, God’s bounty hunter, has better things to do than check out a Satan sighting in Indiana,…
