My short story was selected as a semifinalist for Cobalt Review's 2017 Earl Weaver Baseball Writing Prize.
Month: November 2017
It’s Cyber Monday!!
If you roll through books like I do, than you wait for days like these to restock your collection and set yourself up for a brand new year of reading.
Reasons for Being
Many thanks to the folks at Youth Imagination Magazine for including my new middle grades short story, Reasons for Being, in their November issue.
What Bill Gates and I Have In Common
Bill Gates and I both have a vested interest in raising awareness to help Alzheimer's patients and their caregivers.
More Advanced Praise for No Sad Songs and an Offer
I have three ARCs of No Sad Songs up for grabs to any book review blogger who'd like to read and provide honest reviews!!
What I’m Writing
Here's a cool, little piece that appeared in this past Sunday's edition of GO! Triad, which is the arts and entertainment arm of the Greensboro News and Record. Enjoy!
The Sports Villain @ Change Seven Magazine
The Sports Villain is still up for your enjoyment at Change Seven Magazine.
A collection of personal essays, Peanuts & Crackerjacks is a monthly column that pays tribute to life’s most undervalued and effective instructor: the world of sports.
Please enjoy my latest installment, “The Sports Villain”, available now at Change Seven Magazine.
No Sad Songs is on Goodreads
Just putting this out there again since November is National Caregiver’s Month and my book is a fictional tribute to my father’s experience caring for my grandfather before he succumbed to Alzheimer’s. #EndALZ
If you’re like me and you spend the vast majority of your life reading and writing, then you probably have a ‘To Be Read’ pile attached to your Goodreads account that may rival the peaks of Mt. McKinley.
Why not add just one more title? My debut novel, No Sad Songs, is finally listed on Goodreads and ready to make an entrance into the world in February 2018. I’d be eternally grateful to see my cover image gracing many of your TBR shelves. Thanks in advance!
Rasputin’s Charm
On the small couch lounged a man in a long black robe, tattered at the hems. His black, greasy hair hung down over his eyes and ears like individual strands on a dirty mop, and his hands and face were spotted with liver marks that clashed with the sickening whiteness of his skin.
Frank Morelli 