Want to live a long, enjoyable life? I do, too. Let's sing!
Put down the latte,
Get off the phone,
Stop bein’ snot-tay,
You’re not on this road alone.
That’s why I’m ravin’ at you.
Sometimes we don’t really know what we’re looking at. A scene in my novel The Monk Woman’s Daughter has two “parlor girls,” high-class prostitutes, visiting a hat shop where my main character Vera works. Delilah and Emmeline were in a hilarious mood that evening. They had earned a great deal of money that week from [...]
Who was “the Monk Woman?” And how did I end up writing about her daughter? It was my curiosity about history that led me down a winding path to a real woman named Maria Monk, one of the most controversial people in 19th century America. Once I found her, my brain just couldn’t stop asking [...]