One Bite at a Time

It takes a lot to get a Pittsburgh boy to look forward to going to Cleveland. In fact, until now, I couldn’t think of a thing. (Except when ...

I find myself taking my summer writing hiatus more seriously than usual this year, as I noticed over the weekend I haven’t even done much in...

“I finished reading this book on a gurney in an Emergency Room with crying kids, a car accident victim and a loud drunk keeping me company, ...

I don’t care much for high body count thrillers. The authors always ratchet up the tension too much and too artificially. Too many coinciden...

After—let’s see, borrow from the one—eighteen years of writing, about fifteen years of looking to get published, and countless hours and bl...

What would have been a damn near perfect Memorial Day weekend (thanks to a family reunion) was edged over the line to perfection when The Be...

What would have been a damn near perfect Memorial Day weekend (thanks to a family reunion) was edged over the line to perfection when The Be...