Camouflage

“Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.” D.W. Winnicott Goodreads Book Giveaway Weary of Running by Adrienne Morris Giveaway ends December 12, 2016. See the giveaway details at Goodreads. Enter Giveaway  

Sex, Love & Hating Men Before School

When driving an eleven year old girl to school each morning you have to make some concessions. Ten minutes of pop music shouldn’t be so bad, right? The problem is (ask my ex-husband) that I find it impossible to take off my social critic hat. Movies, books, TV, ads are all fair game–all the time (I…

The Witch of Wall Street

Hetty Green was a famously shrewd investor on Wall Street when women still had to sneak “a growler” at the back door of a saloon. Having been to enough bars in my early 20’s to witness drunken women collapsed in dark corners with their skirts up I sometimes wonder if bringing the tradition of women…

QUOTE: Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honorable, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. –Philippians 4. 8.

This is a hard thing to do, isn’t it? My characters struggle. They wonder if God is good. They wonder if people can be good. They often turn away from God (or try to forget about Him completely) like the first garden inhabitants who hid in shame with a new awareness of good and evil….

Thomas Dewing – The Hermit Thrush, 1890

A fun link! LINK: BRIEF TIMELINE OF AMERICAN LITERATURE AND EVENTS May I suggest a very American book? Goodreads Book Giveaway The House on Tenafly Road by Adrienne Morris Giveaway ends April 19, 2016. See the giveaway details at Goodreads. Enter Giveaway  

Search For Meaning In A Random Universe (Fiction)

I don’t believe in randomness. Without a plan, I’m a basket case. I tried living the free life of self-indulgence and ended up drunkenly climbing an eight foot, chain-link fence to retrieve my shoe, leaving much of my wrist caught in a bloody mess at the top when I jumped. I told my family that…