Ah, the good old days. When using the bathroom meant taking a little hike to the outhouse. Or sliding a chamber pot out from under the...

I’ve had a couple of people ask me already if my latest book, A Daffodil for Angie, is about me growing up in the Sixties. The short...

As I write my new novel set in the 60s, sometimes I feel like I’m traveling back in time. The teenage character in my book, due out this...