Sabin Howard and Paul Brodeur in the HuffPo, separately

Sabin Howard and Paul Brodeur in the HuffPo, separately

Two of my men were featured in the Huffington Post within a day of each other.

Yesterday, my dear, longtime, brilliant, accurate, and very feisty friend Paul Brodeur struck back at American Hustle. He was roundly defamed in the movie, and he didn’t stand for it. He spoke with a HuffPo reporter and set the record straight.

Catch the article here, at

Paul Brodeur: I Never Said That Microwaves Take Nutrients Out Of Food, Despite ‘American Hustle’.

Paul is a wonderful fishing buddy, btw.
Today my husband master artist Sabin Howard was featured in an article on drawing by artist Daniel Maidman.
Maidman waxes eloquent about my husband’s remarkable draughtsmanship, and the figure drawings Sabin has been producing of late:

The form of beauty Howard pursues is the Greek beauty, awful, unmerciful, scouring. There is no more hiding from the crushing demands of virtue or from the stark final nature of things in his conception of the figure. Howard is, after a manner of speaking, a servant of Apollo, and not just any servant. He is trying to become Tiresias; he scarcely requires eyes to see what he sees.

Find the post here, at

Art and Artists III: Forms of Beauty.

Sabin Howard
This is one of Sabin’s latest, and isn’t it rather lovely?
My latest HuffPo article about the Adaptive Design Association; Great review of Far Shore

My latest HuffPo article about the Adaptive Design Association; Great review of Far Shore

The Adaptive Design Association is a small organization with the noblest mission: they make adaptive equipment and devices for children with disabilities. They’ve been doing extraordinary work for years. I’m trying to spread the word and wrote a piece on the Huffington Post about them. Find the article here.

Also, Far Shore got a wonderful review from Daysie at My Book Addiction Reviews.

This is such a great series… As with both previous books, I was unable to put it down. I love when I can read a book in one sitting, even though it created a physical longing for the epic conclusion that is coming. And I have no doubt that it will be epic.”

Find the entire review here.


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Wednesday it was announced that a federal commission charged with building a national monument honoring President Eisenhower voted unanimously to approve elderly architect Frank Gehry’s latest design for the monument.
I wrote, in part:

Notice, also, that this post is entitled, “The Problem with the Frank Gehry Memorial.” Because to examine the plans for the memorial is to see a monument to a prominent architect’s particular vision, not a memorial to a revered statesman, general, and President. While taste is personal and Americans love hubris, Gehry’s imposition of his personal style does seem to fly in the face of President Eisenhower’s modest origins, personal humility, and appeal to all sectors of society.

Gehry’s is not the only hubris in evidence regarding this “unanimous decision.” In reading the announcement, it is striking that Commission Chairman Rocco Siciliano speaks disparagingly of the Eisenhower family’s objections: “The family deserves to be heard, not obeyed,” he is alleged to have said.

It’s a rhetorical masterpiece to spin the family’s concerns as autocratic. But the rhetoric only thinly veils condescension, which reflects poorly on Siciliano in particular but also on the committee as a whole. For shame: surely this esteemed family deserves better than to be sneered at!

The Eisenhowers deserve better because their objections are thoughtful, persistent, echoed by many others, and valid. In fact, the Eisenhowers have courageously given voice to the concerns and objections of a great many people. But the announcement wasn’t written to express that fact.

It’s an ongoing shame that the Eisenhower family has been contemptuously dismissed by Siciliano and Gehry, those thick-as-thieves buddies from California; Eisenhower himself has been dismissed from this memorial. Not only that, but this ugly monument to folly is outrageously expensive, as well. See the report on the Eisenhower Memorial for the figures, which exceed $40,000,000.
Thought for the Day, HuffPo, and Blog Tour
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Thought for the Day, HuffPo, and Blog Tour

Today’s thought:

“Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.”   Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha

Here’s the link to my recent HuffPo Blog on Censorship, Eros and Assplay.

And here are some recent great blogtour stops:

Chicklitcentral, Review and Giveaway: “I really enjoyed reading The Love of My (Other) Life… My favorite part was how Traci L. Slatton decided to end the book, it was a bit of a twist and made me happy to read. I look forward to seeing more from Traci L. Slatton in the future!”

The Little Black Book Blog: “I loved the concept behind the story. Every decision you make can lead you on very different paths in your life. I also enjoyed the way it was written.”

Chicklitclub posted my thoughts on why Tessa is a strong female character.

And coming soon, FALLEN in Spanish. Already available in Kindle.


My New Post on the HuffPo: Censorship, Eros & Assplay
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My New Post on the HuffPo: Censorship, Eros & Assplay

Censorship, Eros & Assplay

I wrote an article about my iTunes censorship experience and the HuffPo ran it.

Censorship, Eros & Assplay

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iTunesconnect ticketed my new novel The Love of My (Other) Life, denying it access to the unlimited pleasures of worldwide distribution through iTunes. The reason: the cover art was deemed “inappropriate.”

Truthfully, it is a saucy cover: a woman’s slim, sinuous back, dropping into the juicy plumpness of her ass.However, as I pointed out in an email to the iBookstore, there isn’t even real nudity, just the fleshy part of a derriere.

This cover is not explicit. It’s artful, taken from a black-and-white photo. The faceless woman’s back spirals around a bit, as if she’s turning with an unseen, but beguiling, smile. You can see more any day on the side of a city bus, or watching Jersey Shore. It’s what’s suggested that is suggestive, eg, inappropriate. This is a lush, sweet ass, begging to be fondled. By the eyes, and by whatever else.

This is the invitation of eros. I think it’s still a forbidden frontier, even in our over-exposed, boringly unsubtle, 50 Shades of Grey culture. It’s all too confusing, this softness and sweetness, the playful surrender of a woman to her lover. Not because he’s spanking her and tweaking her nipple and she’s a hapless virgin at the mercy of some kinky damaged billionaire. But because sex is neither politically correct nor is it hapless.

For many women, falling off the cliff into bliss requires boneless surrender.

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Check it out here.

Censorship, Eros & Assplay


My New Post on the HuffPo: The Bleak Necessity of the Dachau Tour
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My New Post on the HuffPo: The Bleak Necessity of the Dachau Tour

Business in Milan with my Italian publisher, Marco Tropea Editore, afforded me a timely opportunity to take a train into Bavaria.

I’m working on a new novel set in Munich and Berlin during the Second World War. For detail and realism, I need to experience a place. Reading books, listening to on-line lectures, and watching videos are no substitute for trudging through a city, absorbing through my pores the buildings and people and language, the smell of wurst and rich taste of Augustiner beer and slant of light through chestnut trees.

Munich is a lovely city in which to practice the writerly art of osmosis. Its buildings rollick through the ages, from the Romanesque Peterskirche to the neo-Baroque Justizpalast to the modern skyscraper Hypo-Haus. In the center of town, the Marienplatz bustles with a heterogeneous mix of people. It’s easy to get around because of the dazzling array of public transportation choices: the bus, the tram, the S-bahn, and the U-bahn–all very efficient.

In this world of dialectic, dichotomy, and duality, where there is beauty, there is found ugliness, and where there is light, comes the darkness. Lovely Munich’s history harbors astonishing cruelty. Dachau, the first Nazi concentration camp and the deadly prototype for all others, lies twenty kilometers outside of town.

A story set in Germany during this time necessarily references concentration camps. Germans seem to agree. When I joined a tour to Dachau, which had been a munitions factory during the First World War, Tom the Welsh tour guide commented, “Germans study what happened here, they face it honestly. I regularly see school classes.”

Indeed, I spied a group of young people who looked like high school students. They listened carefully to their teacher, a bespectacled woman who spoke with a fierce thoughtfulness that elicited from them a corresponding intensity of focus.

Read the rest of my post here on the Huffington Post.