Lilac Whipping Cream

Yes, yes you CAN make whipping cream from lilac flowers. And it is the BOMB!The ingredients aren’t many, but the results? FAB-U-LOUS! If you have the time, make some Lilac sugar using the sam…

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Manday Monday

I haven’t done a Manday Monday in a while. So I thought I’d break in a picture of men in kilts. Not naked flesh, but sexy nonetheless, no?

I’m not sure what it is about men in kilts. But they are hot, hot, hot. Maybe it’s because women are always wondering what the hell is being worn under that kilt. And then we think of all the machinations to acquire that knowledge.

Hmmm, maybe that’s why dudes like chicks in dresses. Kinda makes you think.

Anyway, it’s late. But better late than never. Plus, men in kilts, yo.

Smile. You know you want to.

Jarvis Masters: A Story in Need of a New Ending

  The fabric of a criminal trial is woven of stories…                                                                     the defendant’s story and the prosecutor’s story. Of course, the…

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Music Monday: Satisfy

MOONZz combines a bluesy sound with a chill beat. Her voice is singular in a world of same-old, same-old.  Even as Satisfy is sampled for the Victoria’s Secret commercial, it’s just not enough. So, here’s the full version. Enjoy!


Artist–Creative People–Always Get Screwed

Screwing over artists, writers, musicians, and the like seems to be a universal historical and current pastime. Sellers of art, the fucking Ferengi amongst us, jockey to get the largest slice of the artist’s pie. And it seems like by and large, the artist themselves are left by the way side. Driven to toil, for little to no gain, while always having to fend off predatory snake oil salesmen.

It’s exhausting.

Art, the written word, the heard note… they are the only permanent creations which withstand the test of time. We don’t go to museums today to see some clever investment scheme from back in the day. We go to see beauty and truth and visual wonder. We don’t go to music venues to ohh and ahh over financial notes older than Methuselah. No, we go to be transported by one of the only things which engages our entire brain in a global process. To fucking have a party in our ears.

Almost no other thing, other than artistic endeavors, last for eons, moves us until time immortal.

And we shit all over the producers of these wonders. Some try and exploit. Others cluelessly engage in behavior which places creative people in economic jeopardy. While still others, just stand by silently on the sidelines doing nothing, saying nothing, pretending to see nothing.

I’m not sure which of the two sideline-standing behaviors is the worst. Knowing and doing nothing. Or being clueless, oblivious, totally unaware. Who do we think is making the orgasmic smorgasbord for our eyes, ears, sense of touch? How do we think they are living? On what? Our good feelings?

Every time Amazon changes it’s terms of service or a publishing house engages in predatory practices or supporting cast members of the writing community slings mud, it makes me angry. I think back to Renaissance artists having to live off the largesse of their benefactors, and I’m not sure what we’ve got is too much better.

While the publishing industry is rapidly evolving–and not in a good way–I can’t help but think… thank god, I’m not in the music industry. Because they eat their young over there. Vicious, vicious bitches making tunes and stuff. Not the artist, although they can be back stabbing assholes as well, but the parasites who live off the work of artists. And I can’t think of a different term, a nicer word. Parasite will do nicely. It fits. And is wholly appropriate to many situations which seem to crop up in that field.

The creators of all that is beautiful, true, stack, real, lasting become fodder for sacrifice on the alter of profit. It is the nature of that exploitative, parasitic behavior which values the work of creatives far more after death than during life. After all, when they are dead, it’s pure profit. When the creator is alive, at least some small part of the value of said art must necessarily be shared with the creative person. Because while sometimes, it is the artist and the artist progeny who benefit, many times it is not. It is a predator.

Sadly, I don’t foresee this changing until we get new models for how we value contributions to our society when viewed in longevity terms. By my calculations, artist should get huge stipends to create. But then, I dream a lot. I’m a writer, after all.

Nasturtium Capers

Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. A day for lovers of all kinds. If you’ve done it right, your waistline is a little bit wider and your wallet is a little bit lighter. Part of the day afte…

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Music Monday- Tributes

We’ve had some passings this week that make me sad. David Bowie passed as did Glenn Frey. Both of these two musicians have touched my life at different points. So, it may seem odd that I not feature Bowie’s music, but rather the theme song from a movie, The Hunger, in which he co-stared with Catherine Deneuve and Susan Sarandon. While his music made me smile a lot, it was this movie that really made Bowie real in my mind. As for Frey, I chose the most iconic of the Eagles songs to pay him tribute. I hope you enjoy. As I will, again and again. Because even though they aren’t with us anymore, their art lives on.

Best Women’s Erotica of the Year

Release days are always special days. And this year starts off with a bang. I have a short story in Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Vol. 1, called Date Night. The stories contained and curated by Rachel Kramer Bussel on behalf of Cleis Press are nothing short of brilliant. Go take a peek-see and I’m sure you’ll be as smitten as I am.


It’s a little steamy and a whole lot hot.

And here’s a little secret… the location I used is a pretty well-known Anchorage bar. One that I think has a cool, sexy vibe. So, for parents and lovers everywhere,  I hope that Date Night inspires one of your own.


Music Monday feat. Calvin Harris

& Disciples singing How Deep Is Your Love

What a great beat and club song. But seriously, the melody is only as strong as the voice. And the voice is strong in this one, yo.

Orange Blossoms

Winter is the time of the orange. They just now in season and that season will continue for a few months. In fact, in Forida, the growers are all in a tizzy because the Department of Agriculture ju…

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