My Favorite Christmas Gift

Christmas-tree-with-stars-916992Wishes really can come true, and that is never more evident than in the season of Christmas, perhaps the sweetest season of the year.  For so many of us, Christmas is a season of evocative scents – of cinnamon and pine trees and roasting chestnuts, and treats for our senses – a  feast for our eyes in the dazzling lights and decorations, and for our ears – the sounds of children laughing, music playing, a hum of happiness that permeates the season.  A holiday for dreaming and remembering…


Thanksgiving – my favorite holiday, a day devoted to food, family, friends and gratitude, a day that reminds me of just how much I have in life – my family and friends, my health, my job, the release of my second novel.  I am lucky beyond words, and reflecting that, my list of thanks is endless.

A Young Girls’s Courage

Last week in Pakistan, Malala Yousafzai, a fourteen year old girl, was shot in the head by the Taliban, those evil purveyors of madness.  They accused her of “promoting western culture,” which to the Taliban means not rock music or miniskirts, though they despise those things, but education.  Malala was targeted only because she dared to stand up for a girl’s right to education.

Best Summer Reading Picks

Is there anything better than a book that keeps you up all night?  And in summer,  a good book is a necessity.  The books listed here will keep you begging for more.  I’m reading through the list as well and loving these novels!


I’ve written about inspiration before, about finding it everywhere, often in the last place you’d expect and that was especially true for me last Friday evening.  As I drove home from work, my radio on full blast, the air conditioning humming away, I sat mired in heavy highway traffic but happily preoccupied with the noise of my own thoughts, and the clatter of sounds in my own car. I was deaf to the world beyond my small space until the stream of slowly moving traffic suddenly stopped, and my attention was abruptly forced to the road ahead.  I could see that just 4 cars ahead of me, the cars had inexplicably come to a complete standstill.  I craned my neck to see but the road just beyond the now stalled traffic seemed free and clear, no accidents visible, no debris, no wailing sirens, nothing to explain our sudden halt.  I moaned to myself at the unexpected delay.  All 4 lanes, filled with rush-hour traffic, were at a dead-stop, and all of us peered intently through the glare of our sun-streaked windshields trying to unravel the mystery.  Finally, the cars ahead of me edged slowly to the barriers at the side of the road and moved beyond whatever had stopped us.  As my turn came, and I moved ahead, I spied a car sitting sideways and straddling 2 lanes, and a banged-up motorcycle lying in the road.  I glanced about quickly.  Had this accident been here for a while, I wondered.  And then I saw him, a man lying in the road.  With a growing realization that there had just been a terrible accident, I guided my car in front of the motorcycle and jumped out to help.  I’m a nurse, an ED nurse at that, and it seemed the only possible response.  Only 1 man, another motorcyclist was there.  I quickly ascertained that the injured man was not only stable but ready to get up and leave.  My only job would be to convince the young victim to stay and wait for assistance.  His friend had already called 911, but with the now hopelessly snarled traffic, there would most certainly be a delay in the arrival of help.  It wasn’t long before an off-duty policeman stopped and set up a perimeter and began to direct traffic, and when the ambulance finally arrived, I was no longer needed, and I left for home, the events of the last half hour ringing in my mind.

Celebrate Nurses


It’s been four months since I last blogged and while I write a new one, I thought I’d re-do this one from last year.

Super-Bowl or Super-Hype?

Tomorrow is the big day, and if you believe the hype, it’s not just a football game – it’s an epic match that just may change the state of the world.  Okay, so that’s a bit of hyperbole (I’ve been dying to use that word!) but if you’ve seen the commercials, the half-time show previews, the endless interviews, and the locker-room stories, it does seem to have taken on a life of its own.  It’s become a holiday, at least here in Boston and likely New York, where our sports rivalry is the stuff of legends.  The 2012 Super-Bowl is not just a sporting event – it’s somehow insinuated itself into our culture, our traditions, our lives.  Supermarkets are mobbed and it’s not milk and bread being snatched up, it’s chicken wings (a jaw dropping 100 million pounds of wings will be consumed!) and nachos and beer, all required accompaniments to the game.  THE GAME has led every news hour for weeks, and no detail, no matter how insignificant, has been left untouched which has inevitably led to the dreaded TMI and the leaked (pardon the pun) features of Tom Brady’s electric toilet. 

The Power Of Words

Choose your words wisely, my mom used to say.  And while I’ve always tried to follow that advice in my everyday life, as a writer, I live by it.  I can (and often do) spend hours on one word or phrase.  Are my character’s eyes a vivid blue or do they sparkle with an electric hue?  Are they an emerald green or the shimmering green of a summer’s first jewel beetle?  And her hair, is it the color of sun bleached wheat or a deep chestnut streaked with the first hint of gray?

Merry Christmas!

Christmas – the most magical time of year, a time of sweet dreams and still sweeter wishes, and this year, I have a few wishes of my own…

Thanksgiving Thoughts

Thanksgiving – the purest of holidays, and my personal favorite for it is a day devoted to food, family, friends and gratitude.  It is a day too that reminds me of just how much I have in life – my family and friends, my health, my job, the release of my first book last year, and the upcoming release (Fall, 2012) of my second novel, “The Bracelet.”   I am lucky beyond words, and reflecting that, my list of thanks is endless.