Surrendering to chocolate

My love affair with chocolate has undergone many twists and upgrades. When I was nine, I got a 25-cent allowance every week. I could spend this at the five-and-dime store (that’s how old I am), selecting from a dizzying array of sweets for 3 cents apiece. When they went up to 4 cents, I was appalled. When they hit a nickel, I decided I couldn’t afford chocolate anymore.

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Supporting A New Writer: Following The Dream

Recently, I received this letter from a fan with whom I’d been corresponding. It spoke deeply to me, and rather than answer it alone, I asked some of my writer friends to join in a series of round table blogs … Continue reading

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Arting Anyway

I am not a visual artist. I appreciate the hell out of the form, but – as I’ve often said – I can’t even draw a straight line if you gave me a ruler and four tries. But after my attempt to pick up a non-keyboard, non-wording hobby ended in disaster (for the record, knitting is not restful for the wrists), I decided what the hell…

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