About Anne
I began my writing career with the first issue of The Princeton Street News when I was ten-years-old. Handwritten in pencil on lined paper, the newspaper told tales of what happened on and around the suburban Long Island street where I grew up. They included such sagas as “Mrs. Wolf Burns Thanksgiving Dinner,” “Mrs. O’Connell Attends Mass Daily in 1967,” and “Mr. Leary Falls Down in Long Island Railroad Bar Car.” The paper, no doubt, contained numerous libelous stories. Because the audience was limited to my family and a handful of friends, I was spared charges of defamation of character. But I surely had a keen interest in just about everything and a nose for news. I still do.
Anne is the Author of Two Books in the
Women’s Fiction Genre.
A Medical Affair
A Story That Must be Told
When a life-threatening asthma attack induced by the fumes in her newly-painted apartment lands Heather Morrison in a New York City emergency room, her life will never be the same. She opens her eyes to a handsome man, the knight in hospital scrubs who saved her life.
The Passion Thief
Him? Me? You?
Betty Boomer, the protagonist in The Passion Thief, is a married woman torn between two lovers. Betty appears to have the perfect life, although that life is lacking in ways that have made alcohol her dearest companion. When temptation calls in the form of an old boyfriend..
Inspire Daily Reading
Anne has written for both consumer and trade magazines including Old House Journal, Waterfront Home & Design, Design Trade Magazine, Design New England, Design Industry News, Distinction, Log Home Design Ideas and Florida Design Review. She has been a regular contributor to Martha’s Vineyard Magazine and Vineyard Style.
Back in the Saddle
As a writer, I find being deprived of the opportunity to write akin to the drinker being without access to alcohol. No, I don’t go into delirium tremens, but I might hallucinate a bit, seeing images of characters and hearing what they might say in my mind. I sometimes experience that awful empty space in my chest, a hollow longing to be filled with words. But sometimes the stuff of life intervenes, and the computer files I love to work on are closed for the duration.
