Southern Humidity and Big Hair Problems

This Alabama humidity is about to get on my last nerve. It didn’t get near dark enough yesterday during that so-called eclipse to hide whatever freestyle, Brillo pad interpretation my hair decided to attempt. I know it’s frustrating listening to people fuss about the weather. I’m usually the first one to snatch a knot in…

Drive Like Your Kids Live Here

Before I get too far into this, let me state for the record: I do not have children, biological or otherwise. There were a few vague months spent in Mississippi back in the mid-90s which I can’t account for with complete accuracy. But I’m pretty sure that I didn’t give birth during that time. I…

Message in a Bottle

Sometimes when I don’t know what to write, I take out a book that someone bought me for Christmas which has emblazoned upon the cover: 500 Writing Prompts. The book has a prompt or two on each page and then some lines upon which you are supposed to write your response. I have never made…

Just Put My Hair Anywhere…

Something happened to my hair yesterday. It wasn’t good. And, it happened on one of those days that I had to, not only leave the house but, see another person who fully intended to see me back. To make matters worse, we’d never met before which meant that I had to seem as close to…

Small Press Picks, Beth Castrodale, and a Review of my Novel…

Thanks to Beth Castrodale at Small Press Picks for the following review of Leaving is My Colour. From Small Press Picks: “I never thought I’d be the kind of person who could say things like, ‘Yes, I’ve spent a little time in jail,’ or, ‘If you count second cousins then, yeah, I’ve had sex with…

Daily Mail Review of Leaving is My Colour

Demented narrator Rachel’s a kind of dysfunctional debutante. The daughter of vast wealth, she’s got through four marriages, endless drugs, breakdowns, therapy and rehab, all in search of the one thing money can’t buy. This is the love of her childhood sweetheart Jack, who’s with someone else and not interested.   The book’s a crazy…

Leaving is My Colour

My first novel was published 16 February. Here are a few of the reviews thus far. Demented narrator Rachel’s a kind of dysfunctional debutante. The daughter of vast wealth, she’s got through four marriages, endless drugs, breakdowns, therapy and rehab, all in search of the one thing money can’t buy. This is the love of…

Book Review: The Exit, By Helen Fitzgerald

If psychological thrillers are your thing and you haven’t read work by Australian author Helen Fitzgerald then get your skates on. You can start with The Cry (Faber & Faber, 2013) which Fitzgerald perfectly tunes, throttling the narrative forward at a steady pace until the reader is racing along at a fevered pitch, white-knuckled and…