Yesterday, our town held its Memorial Day parade, as I imagine yours did, too. I love the parade. It’s almost exactly the same year after...

Last week, the Princess and I once again indulged in our love of miracle skincare products. This time, it was slug masks. We did not look...

On my way to the hospital …is the hospital. Maybe it’s because I wanted to be a doctor, and, failing that, now love being a patient. On...

To honor an Irish saying—never let the truth get in the way of a good story—here are a few anecdotes from my befuddled, jet-lagged,...

In all the years we’ve been married, McIrish and I have never gone to Ireland, where most of his family lives. I’ve only met three or...

McIrish and I have been floundering about, trying to find a show that A) has more than one season and B) we both like. We loved After...

I am not a Vegas type of person. I don’t like gambling, crowds, enormous buildings without clocks. I don’t want to see a fake version of...

tapping the trees Almost every year of our marriage, McIrish has made maple syrup. He started by buying a few taps and hanging buckets on...

I want to thank you, readers, for the past four weeks. It was a very busy year. I wrote a book, went on two book tours, attended at least...

Luther’s other true love So…My plotting friends had just left, and the ocean was wild, the tide very high. I thought, hey, I’ve been...

If you’re a writer, there is something that I think is almost always necessary to do what we do…solitude. For each of my books, I’ve...

I’ve been going gray since my twenties, but things sped up after I had my kids (not blaming you, Princess and Dearest, but if the shoe...

I recently had a college-age reader write to me and share the fact that she’s never had a boyfriend. She professed to be ignorant of how...

This weekend, I had the opportunity to talk to the Philadelphia Romance Writers, and, being good writers, they took me to a bar...

I like to give blood; it makes me feel holy and heroic. “One pint saves three lives,” they like to tell you. Friday was a rainy day, and...

If you’re Hungarian, you know the wonders of what are simply called Hungarian cookies. They’re humble-looking little things folded into...

It’s that time of year again when I once again spend $300 at a craft store, waste countless hours and come to the oft-proven conclusion...

After several family interventions and one emergency visit from the United Nations, my mother has agreed to relinquish chef duties for...

Dear little Josie The other night, I got a text from my neighbors and close friends Josie, their young and skittish doggy, had bolted,...

Today is the thirtieth anniversary of the day my father was killed by a drunk driver. He didn’t get to meet the man I’d marry, or see any...