“Oh for criminy’s sake!” I spat at my windshield when I realized that the commissary was closed. After decades of military life, you’d think I’d remember that on Mondays, commissaries traditionally close for restocking. But there I was, for the umpteenth time, in the empty parking lot, my grocery list in hand.
Book Review: Here’s what Kirkus had to say about my memoir
Kirkus reviewers have been called “the toughest,” so when I received an email recently that Kirkus had reviewed my book, The Meat and Potatoes of Life: My True Lit Com, I read it with one eye opened …