Books & Writers
Know Thyself
My husband was a forensic chemist in our county crime lab for forty years. People used to ask, “What is a forensic chemist?” Now we simply reply, “CSI.” At first the lab had only three scientists, and they worked on every kind of case — murder, DWI, hit and run, you...
Who Can Break the Rules?
My son was 9 when I dragged him to a concert featuring Ludwig van Beethoven, performed by our town’s orchestra. I wanted John to experience the emotional power Beethoven, at his best, can summon. This link between the classical and romantic eras of music said, “Tones...
Library Memories
“Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.” (Groucho Marx) I relate to Groucho’s first sentence and chuckle at the second. If you are like me, there is nothing like a book. Oh, I use my Kindle, but love the feel...
Eulogy for Stretch
I miss old Stretch. For a long time, he shared our dog Cody’s fenced in play area. He would challenge our Spaniel to a good chase, and at the last second, scamper up the majestic Pin oak, leaving Cody to acknowledge defeat at the paws of a squirrel once again. When...
Ah! Procrastination!
I’ve decided writers’ homes reflect how their writing projects are going. Except for scrubbing the house because company is coming, my every day Martha Stewart barometer is more related to deadlines and writers’ block than to a mythical cleaning standard. Our...
Introducing Patricia Iacuzzi – Artist and Writer
A Roman Soldier's Horse by Patricia Iacuzzi Remember when Downton Abbey hijacked America’s attention every week? The series was a great yarn that took place over 100 years ago, in a world far different from today. Good historical fiction is like that. It’s a...