The Man in the Paris Cemetery, Ch. 8
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The Man in the Paris Cemetery, Ch. 7
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The Man in the Paris Cemetery, Ch. 6
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The Man in the Paris Cemetery, Ch. 4 and 5
Chapters 4 and 5 of The Man in the Paris Cemetery Continue reading The Man in the Paris Cemetery, Ch. 4 and 5
The Man in the Paris Cemetery, Ch. 3
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The Man in the Paris Cemetery, Ch. 2
Chapter two of my novel. Read Chapter One in Something New. Continue reading The Man in the Paris Cemetery, Ch. 2
Something New: The Man in the Paris Cemetery, Ch. 1
Introducing a new novel. Continue reading Something New: The Man in the Paris Cemetery, Ch. 1
Ambivalence When a Parent Dies
When I was a child, my father was movie-star handsome and powerfully built, with sparkling blue eyes and a sharp, curious mind. He left early every morning to work at his own business and returned home to dinner and his many hobbies. He had a darkroom in the basement and was an amateur photographer. He taught himself to play the guitar. He studied and took … Continue reading Ambivalence When a Parent Dies
I Want it Now!
My mother asked me how my internet search for a relationship was going. “Terrible,” I told her. “I’ve been doing this for years and it’s a complete failure.” “Years?” she asked. “10 years! No, 15!” I said. 15 years was a nice round number and added just the right amount of dramatic spice to my pessimism. But I knew I was lying to my mother (and myself). Here’s what … Continue reading I Want it Now!
Self-Esteem is Overrated
I was so terrified about speaking up in school that if I had to give a presentation, I’d spend the whole class thinking of what I had to say. I’d become deaf to what everyone else was saying. After I spoke, my deafness persisted. My heart pounded as I numbly replayed my mistakes, and I shuddered at the memory of my faltering voice. People sometimes say, “I have low self-esteem.” Does that mean they don’t like … Continue reading Self-Esteem is Overrated
Rerighting Life 