My first book, G-Is for String, is now available on Amazon! Set in the 1970s, the story follows Tina's first years of learning the ropes of dancing in strip clubs and X-rated theaters. There is never a problem that she can't make worse!
The Valley of Death
I believe my friend, Greta could have changed the outcome of WWII for Poland. Poland, in 1939, became the rope in a nasty game of tug of war between two mighty military powers, Nazi Germany from the West and the USSR from the East. Although the Polish military was strong in numbers, they did not have the advanced weaponry the Soviets or the Nazis had. Their approach to fighting the invasions was faulty as well, using all-out defensive tactics right in the beginning, rather than biding their time and setting up in advantageously strategic positions to selectively pick off the troops of their invaders The army was almost completely defeated in the first few weeks of the war, leaving their citizens at the mercy of the bloodthirsty enemy armies.
In the Dark
Ahh, the first cup of the day. Always the best. I sit down at the desk and begin working on book three of my series, 'G-Is for String'. I've been lazy lately, with the cold weather and gray skies numbing my brain. It's time to rev up the action and create more tension between Tina and her ex-boyfriend, Jake.
This is Why they Call it Falling
It was my last weekend of recovering from a miscarriage and concussion in my home away from home in Toronto, the Warwick Hotel. It had a nasty reputation, but all my friends worked there and they were the sweetest people I'd ever met. Before I left town I had to stop in during the evening shows to see my dear friend, Brandee, Alias, Allan Maloney. Bigger than life, an icon in Toronto, Brandee took all the strippers at the Warwick Revue under her broad, sequined wings.
Hanging by a Thread II
I had made a trip to Markham, a suburb of Toronto, to hear my friend, Judy sing at a new club. While there I had met a very promising man, who played in the band that was also performing there. He was funny and sweet and extremely easy to look at. Chatting with him made me realize how abusive my relationship with Jake, my ex, truly was. No visible bruises- but a constant hum of anxiety had been the theme of our relationship for the past seven months.
Hanging by a Thread
After the miscarriage and concussion in Quebec City, my agent had arranged for me to recuperate at my favorite hotel in Toronto, the Warwick. A friend of mine sang there in the afternoons and it would be good to get caught up with Judy and tell her what had happened with Jake, my former lover, and I.
So, today I received my first cellular telephone in the mail. I wanted to make sure this cell phone thing wasn’t just another fad before I jumped in. It was well packaged. In other words, it took a hammer, chisel, scissors, and two kitchen knives to open the damned shipping box. When I finally tore the box open, parts scattered like cockroaches across the dining room floor and beyond. I’m not certain all the parts were collected and inserted properly, which may have been the problem.
Sealing Wax and Other Fancy Stuff
Glittery balls of tin foil stacked to the rocky ceiling tumbling down in a shower of shine when the ocean gypsy pushes the waves, filling the cave. Frothy tendrils reaching into the darkness, pulling her collection out to sea. Even swiftly moving scales and monstrous tail cannot retrieve them all. Some are lost, adrift on the pale, moonlit bay, bobbing in the surf. Memories floating away. Perhaps it's better that way.
From the Future
Your life will shatter like china on the floor. If you break free, don't go back for more. Listen to your friends. They see with their eyes, not their hearts. Your heart can't be trusted. I know because I've watched you stumble and fall. I've seen the bruises and the tears. Run when you get the chance. The next time- run a little bit faster.