During July I blogged about the low-life maggots, who desecrated the beach at the end of my street in Narragansett, RI. They tagged the rock formations with graffiti. And yeah, I guess you could say I was ticked. You can find my original post by clicking here, Google...
Mr. Manners here. There’s a right way to post on Facebook and a wrong way. I’m here to spell them out. Not! Nobody has a monopoly on the PC way to use Facebook. Everybody has an opinion. And everybody has the right to say whatever the hell he or she wants to say....
What’s better than the idiosyncrasies of small towns? Mary and I live in South County, Rhode Island. I don’t think you’ll find it on a map. The real name is Washington County, but around here everybody just calls it “South.” Maybe it’s the fact that I’m a...
These days I hear, “Google it,” all the time. The expression sounds considerably more elegant than “I don’t have a f:^)ing clue.” Google is kind of like walkabout for the brain. It spells the end of bar bets. It feeds curiosity, whether intelligent or...
Hi, All. Last month, I posted Part I of the Prologue to my novel in progress. Here’s Part II: Pell College had been transforming doe-eyed girls into proud, confident women ever since 1823. “Longer than Smith, Wellesley, and Mount Holyoke,” its rah-rah alumnae...
The New York Times describes my novels as “money porn,” “a red-hot franchise,” and “glittery thrillers about fiscal malfeasance.” Through fiction I explore the dark side of money and the motivations of those who have it, want more, and will steamroll anybody who gets in their way.