History has called him many things: Thief. Liar. Traitor. Reviled throughout history and infamous for his suicide, he is the man whose very name is synonymous with betrayal . . . And the only disciple that Jesus called “friend.” Judas. As I was writing Iscariot, I immeresed myself in biblical...
(Pictured Above: Grandpa, my dad on his lap, my uncle standing by. Dad would go on to become a professor and his brother a future Minister of Defense. But first they would endure years of poverty and near-starvation during the Korean War.) My grandfather, a school...
My step-grandma used to make the most fabulous Thanksgiving stuffing (and, if we were lucky, she made in on Christmas, too). She’s no longer with us, and so, given that I used to single-handedly eat half the pan, I took it upon myself to continue...
People are mystified and intrigued with writers. When someone asks what I do I say I’m a writer, the light in their eyes changes. And then, because I have boobs, they ask if I write romance or children’s stories. “No,” I say, eyes narrowing. “I write about...
I was recently asked to guest blog for Dear Reader. This is a great site for those of us who love to read. I'm sharing the blog here, but be sure to visit their website for a chance to win a copy of Firstborn and...
Help! The Asylum Warden has me locked away working on my next book. While I'm slaving away in the upper room of a farmhouse somewhere in the Midwest, I thought you might enjoy this blog I wrote about the strange things in my search history. I wish...