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Yay! Singapore Secrets, my latest book release, will be going on a blog tour. Click on the image to get the tour schedule.
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I craned my neck to see around the long line of people waiting to go through airport security at Logan Airport in Boston and hoped that when my turn came, I would be waved through the metal detector instead of having to go through the “naked” scanner. As luck would have it, I was directed
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Today’s blog post comes from my good friend author extraordinaire, Beatrice Fishback. I have never thought of myself as a collector. In fact, I tend to toss knickknacks away or give to charity rather than clean or dust them. But after scanning a few rooms lately, I’ve discovered that—alas—I am a collector after all. There
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“So, what do you do for a living?” The question seems to be a kick-starter for dialogue when meeting someone for the first time. The awkwardness of the moment melts when you have something, anything, to talk about. Recently, at a social gathering, I was intrigued by a man who said he was a retired US Air Force
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Stay tuned for the cover reveal for : A Soldier Finds His Way: A Veteran’s Heart Novel The book is scheduled to make its debut this October. More info to come.
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Today I had the privilege of interviewing my good friend and multi-published author Linda Robinson. Not only is she an established writer, she’s the queen of Southern hospitality and fries up some mean fried green tomatoes. Linda was born in Alabama, married as a teenager, and traveled extensively with her husband throughout his military career. She
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High School Graduation 1972 Yup, that’s me. Irene Pippi Onorato. I was seventeen years old in the picture. 1972 was a busy year for me. I graduated high school, met the love of my life, and got married. For forty-three years, my high school yearbook lay packed in a box, first at my parent’s house, then
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Let me rephrase. I get by with a lot of help from my friends. If you’ve read my Inner Sanctum page, you know how my journey as a writer began. One day I started writing a book, and a couple of months later, voila, it was finished. Notice, I didn’t say it was good. I
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