The Tattooed Ladies

The first two walked into the little coffeeshop, on this night that it was turned into a pop-up ramen bar. After careful deliberation, they chose a small table at the front window. It was a hot night in August and one woman was wearing coveralls with a minimal top...

One Night in July

July 2022 I was awakened by words. Usually, it’s images that pull me awake, on the screen of my mind–the leftovers of a dream. But this time it was words. Whole sentences were floating past me, and I knew I had to catch them. I got out of bed, and step by step, felt...

Found Mask

It was sitting on a table in the window of a dusty shop among stacks of old paintings. Someone had collected a lot of art in there and like many of the shops on King’s Road, it was a private collection, parts of which were sometimes for sale. These shops were open...

Stitch by stitch

It started with a dream. I was taking a train to get somewhere. It was a building, in the middle of nowhere. Inside the building were tables and on the tables were many beautiful hand-made things. Hand-painted plates. Coloured glass beads. Swirled stitching on...

Write What You Know

I will never forget my first-grade teacher. Her name was Miss Benveniste. She was the prettiest teacher in the school and looked like Jackie Kennedy with her twinkly black eyes and short nose. She wore elegant sleeveless dresses that came just above her knees. I liked...

What drives you?

What drives you? What compels you as a writer? What drives me is a need to communicate. And what feeds this drive is curiosity. Does what I write, say something to me? Does it say something to you too? I’ve always made stories. Sometimes unclear, unfinished stories....

Blog on Good Reads

Hello World, As a new author on Amazon, particularly a self-published one, I thought it might be interesting to write about this journey. So much is changing about the publishing world and sharing this experience with writers and readers might prove useful now and in...