Why I Gave Up Golf

I was five or six the first time my father took me golfing, at the Kendrick Municipal Golf Course in Sheridan, Wyoming, where he had landed a job as a sixth grade teacher. I fell in love with the game from that first time, at first because it meant time alone with my...

The Writing Life

Today I have a public service announcement for all you wonderful friends, and it’s about this whole writing business. I know many of you think that those of us who have published books are big time millionaires, which is really fun to think about, but it’s not even...

Costly Errors

About fifteen years ago, I made what turned out to be a costly error in judgement. Harpercollins made me a generous offer on my second novel, which I hadn’t written yet. But I was still flush with newly published writer egomania, to that point where I wasn’t quite...

Bleak Tuesday

A few months ago, a friend of mine said something wise, in a conversation completely unrelated to the election: ‘If you cross a narcissist, you have to be prepared for them to do everything they possibly can to smear your reputation.” I have had enough narcissistic...

Why I’m a Democrat

I have never declared myself to be a Democrat on a public forum, and part of the reason is because I get tired of the way people make broad statements about other parties, as if each and every Democrat believes and supports exactly the same things. But the fact is, I...