Category: On Writing and Memories

When Authors Kill

Perhaps I am being unfair in blaming J. K. Rowling for starting a trend in killing off important characters we care about, but ever since she iced Sirius Black and Fred Weasley, other authors seem to have jumped on that bandwagon with glee. Perhaps I should really blame George R. R. Martin (“Game of Thrones” to television buffs); whose slaughter… Read more →

A Room in the Pines

Inspiration comes from the strangest places. When I was growing up in Glasgow – all grey, soot-stained tenements, gangs, and spit on the sidewalks – my mother sometimes reminisced about her stay in “the sanitarium”. This was an isolation hospital specifically for those suffering from tuberculosis. When she was sixteen, she and her fiancé, George Robinson, were walking up a hill with their bicycles… Read more →