Tibetan Sand Mandala Writing is a little like getting married. The minute Peter and I finished our vows my stepfather told us we should start popping them out. In those exact words, I believe (he is no longer part of the family). Similarly, at every signing I did for my novels, readers said, So what’s read more…
We love Halloween. On Halloween you can get naked, don a tinsel wig, paint yourself silver and dance down Christopher Street explaining to two million other paraders that you are mercury in retrograde. The parade in our town starts at the Co-op at six and traipses up Main Street in a misaligned mayhem of pirates, read more…