Welcome to my first blog post for 2019.* January’s speeding by, and I still haven’t taken down my Christmas tree. It’s pretty droopy, but even so, I hate to see it go. I had vowed to take it down by Martin Luther King day, but that’s tomorrow, much too soon. Here in Wynantskill in upstate… [Read More]
The Week of The Taint
I’ve published this post before, but I believe it’s worth an encore. Warning: it’s a bit gross. Norwegians have a word for the week between Christmas and New Year’s: romjula. The closest we have in English is the word Taint, meaning it ‘taint Christmas any more, but it ‘taint New Year’s either. I’m indebted to Rex… [Read More]
Colorado Chronicles: My new poetry book project
I’ve been AWOL from this blog since early July, but I’ve been busy with a new poetry project titled COLORADO CHRONICLES. I’ve already completed first drafts of eight poems and read several at open mics in the Capital Region. I’ve got more in mind, and I hope to include some illustrations as well. I’m thrilled… [Read More]
A romantic get-away in the mile-high city
A week from tomorrow, I’ll be jetting high over America’s heartland to Denver, where my husband and I are registered to attend the national conference of the Romance Writers of America. We’ve got our plane and hotel reservations, our dog Sirius has his reservation for the Hair of the Dog day care and kennel, followed… [Read More]
My Quaalude Confessions, Part One
Reading about Bill Cosby’s fondness for using Quaaludes to drug women he wanted to assault sexually brought back vivid memories of my life in Manhattan in the late Sixties and early Seventies. The bottom drawer of my dresser was crammed full of pharmaceutical samples, including Quaaludes, and one night at Max’s Kansas City, a movie… [Read More]
But my name’s not Julie Smith! My misadventures at the Post Office
To accommodate my burgeoning career as an author and publisher, I’ve rented a post office box in my home town of Wynantskill for the past couple of years. It’s a precautionary measure to protect my privacy. I wouldn’t want legions of fans lurking outside my house and upsetting my dog Sirius, who takes his guard… [Read More]