Father’s day, Shmather’s day

    If you’re lucky enough to have a father, congratulations, and show him love.  If your father is no longer alive, then cherish his memory with love. And if you never knew your father or worse, never received love from him, then move on and live life to its fullest. Relax; this isn’t a mushy lecture from some feel – good guru, no, far from it.  It’s simply a brief story from your humble blog w Read More

A scene from “To Love with Hate”

Wyatt arrived home about three – thirty after the golf outing and one pint at lunch.  Katherine called to say she and the boys would be late, but that he could go ahead and help himself to the beef roast, which he did. He then fell asleep on the couch with his beeper next to his head. Exactly at 4:30, sure enough, the beeper sounded off, awakening Wyatt from a nice slumber on the soft leather couch. Damn.  Read More

My First Love

    To this day, I still have the image of her beauty permanently stored in my memory banks, eagerly recalled anytime I need a smile or a pleasant memory.  The first time I saw her, I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and although that’s a cliché, it’s one that fits perfectly.  I knew it was rude to stare, but I figured it was ok to glance at beauty without gawking, intent on absorbing as much of th Read More

Bar Inspiration

    Bordeaux and Paris provide excellent images for a novel, and trust me; I took advantage of those settings several years ago during the early writing of my book, described as psychological suspense.  I wrote freehand in a spiral notebook, sipping espresso at the cafés and brasseries, and thankfully, the French waiters allowed me to write as long as I wanted, as long as I didn’t order a hamburger an Read More

Mommy – nourished Zombie neurons, merciless hips, crossed-leg man bait, monkey hallucinations

These four phrases, ‘Mommy – nourished Zombie neurons’, ‘merciless hips’, ‘crossed – leg man  bait’ and ‘monkey hallucinations’ are all in my upcoming novel.  Of course, you’re probably scratching your head…hopefully it’s your head and not something lower you’re scratching, wondering what the hell connection there is with these phrases, but then I guess Read More

Men with tight Jeans and Muscles: This one is for the ladies, an excerpt from my upcoming novel: “To Love with Hate”

  The heavily muscled marine walked into the entry, quickly scanning the expansive family room: the huge Christmas tree, a crackling fire, and, especially, the beautiful brunette sitting elegantly on a lucky couch. “Congratulations, little Bro; you rock!” exclaimed Gavin. “What the hell you mean, you lawyer puke?” said Blake. “As always, you still have a way with words.  I heard you won the Marine m Read More

Last Call for the Mile Run

  It had been perhaps four years since I ran competitive track and cross- country in college, so my speed on the track was certainly suspect. It was my final year of medical school and when not studying or reading about patient cases in order to avoid being lambasted by my resident or attending, I would be either drinking beer or running long – distance.  In fact, I tried to run a 20 miler at least once a w Read More

Another tease from my upcoming novel: “To Love with Hate”

    Wyatt grunted while he slowly rousted himself off the couch for the bedroom. He had barely sunk into sleep when he was startled awake. The November wind was flapping the metal oven vents on the roof and vibrating the windowpanes, threatening to shatter them.   He was used to being alone in the spacious house, jerking awake when the phone rang at all hours.  The neighbors often let their dogs out du Read More

Cathouse

    “Carson, you’re lonely in that house living alone, and you need some company, someone to come home to after working all day and night and to take some of your stress away.” “Absolutely I agree, and I thought you’d never ask!  You don’t mind that I toss my socks and underwear on the floor and sometimes leave dirty dishes in the sink all night do you?” “Ah, nice try, but I don’t think Read More

An excerpt from my upcoming novel:”To Love with Hate”

Amy and Julie met at Rick’s bar, an institution that was famous for its happy hour, and the effect it had on facilitating the testosterone-estrogen interaction.  They both wore short skirts and heels because they could and they looked good especially when they posed at the front on high bar stools. “Kinda quiet here,” said Julie “Don’t worry.  It’ll pick up.  Especially if we’re here.”  They bot Read More