The Worst Credit Card Story of All Time

“Do you know where I am?” “It’s three in the morning,” croaks Son, his voice raspy from sleep. “I make it … twenty-two minutes after three … London time.” Dad is calm, his voice commanding. His accent hints of a childhood down south. He is standing outside on the...

Christmas Bolognese

I’ve blogged about my oh-sh** moments in the past. See The Worst Interview of All Time. Personally, I think real-life bloopers empower novelists. Every time we go oops, we take one step closer toward the mental anguish of our characters, right? But ‘tis the season....

My Tell-All Interview with Peachy Deegan

Whom You Know is one of my favorite sites on the web. It features the best of Manhattan. It's my first stop when I'm looking for a good restaurant. Recently, Peachy interviewed me for her column, Movers and Shakers. No holds barred. We covered everything,...

Harvard Cold Case Reopened

Update: I’m getting trickles of information everywhere: email, dm, tweets, etc. Please “like” my Facebook page to join in/follow. I’ll try to direct all conversation there. Forget the long lines at the malls. I hope the expression “Black...

How Internet Porn Helped Me Land a Literary Agent

“Do you have any advice for aspiring authors?” It’s a question that readers always ask at book signings. “First book?” I like to fish around for details before offering advice. “Yes.” “Don’t tell anyone.” The...