The fight for independence—not the act, but the word

July has arrived, and with it a period of epic picnics and fireworks. That means only one thing. I’m breaking out the big soapbox. We’re hours away from a day that’s supposed to be dedicated to America’s independence, when our forefathers decided they were mad as hell at England, and they weren’t going to take…

All’s fair in creampuffs and murder

Who has fond memories of going to the county fair? Who remembers riding the rides on the midway, gorging themselves on every fried food imaginable from flashy food wagons? Who remembers oohing and aahing over the assortment of animal entries—big pigs, friendly cows and those cute little bunnies in the cages. I’m really sorry, but…

Shkreli’s day of reckoning delicious, regardless of circumstance

It could be poetic justice for many if Martin Shkreli ends up going to prison, at least for people living with HIV and cancer. Shkreli angered people on a massive scale two years ago when he jacked up the price of Daraprim, which treats both conditions, from $13.50 per pill to $750. It earned him…

When art is your identity and identity is your art

Every community has some kind of identity. Many times, the identity comes from a moment in history, like my hometown being the first unofficial territorial capitol of Arizona. When I was working for a newspaper at Lake Powell, the community identified itself as the “Gateway to Canyon Country.” Of course, regular readers of this blog…

Don’t like homemade baked goods? Deal with it, cupcake!

An interesting thing happened yesterday while everyone was scratching their heads and trying to figure out what President Trump meant when he tweeted “covfefe.” In Wisconsin, a judge overturned a ban on selling homemade baked goods following a challenge brought by three women who claimed the law made it impossible for home bakers to legally…

Moving right along, if not according to plan

I’ve been noticeably absent on the internet lately, especially on the blog. That was unintentional, but the month of May has been a busy one for me. It was the month I had to say goodbye to the place I’d called home for almost four years and find another place to live. It wasn’t in…

The day Lee Pulaski sold out

This weekend marked an interesting milestone for me. No, it’s not the completion of my 30th book. No, it’s not the completion of my longest book. Saturday was the first time I sold out. It wasn’t my job or my friends or anything like that. I didn’t sell my soul or anything of the kind….

‘The End’ inevitably strikes at midnight

Last night, I finished the first draft of my latest novel. The rain was falling outside, and my dog was quietly snoozing in the bedroom as I reached “The End.” When I checked the time on my computer, it was 11:34 p.m. I don’t actually type “The End” when I finish one of my books,…

No better way to spend an afternoon than with authors

Have you ever spent an afternoon with the authors? I realize this might conjure up images of Mark Twain, Agatha Christie, Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King getting together to play a game of poker, but such a concept exists. Since 2015, the Shawano City-County Library has hosted its Afternoon With the Authors, giving the…

Writing book not the end of an author’s journey

You’ve written your book. You’ve put it through rigorous editing and gone through all the hoops needed to get it published. Now what? Putting “The End” on a novel does not mean the process is finished. You’ve written an amazing story, but unless you shout that news from the top of the bell tower in…