Writing The Schuyler House: Inspiration from a real-life heist.

The Schuyler House begins with the story of four female art thieves, some of whom end up on the run. Oddly, I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of being on the run. Only the notion, of course; I’ve never actually committed a crime in my life.

A few years ago, I read a book about a woman who was on the run from the law and she made all sorts of stupid mistakes and ended up being captured. This made me want to write a story about a woman on the run who is smart enough not to get caught. As I thought about it more, I thought it would be cool if this woman was part of an all-female group of thieves. Keep Reading!


Ellen watches the dark-haired woman standing on the street corner. The woman clutches her clipboard tight against her small frame, her eyes hopeful as they meet each passerby. “Are you registered to vote?” she asks anyone who will listen. A gust of wind whips through the air and the woman pulls her too thin cotton jacket tight around her neck and tucks her long hair behind her ear for the millionth time, only to have it blown loose again moments later.

Most people hurry past her, like she’s not even there, but her perseverance doesn’t seem to waiver. Occasionally, someone will grunt a response. Ellen’s on the patio of her favorite neighborhood café, thankful for the warmth of a nearby heat lamp, and she can just make out their muffled retorts. Keep Reading!

On the move: Answering the door when opportunity knocks.

During our seventeen years together, my wife and I have moved a lot. When I say a lot, I mean a lot. And neither one of us is in the military. Before I started to write this post, I tried to write down all of our addresses that I could remember and I came up with eleven “permanent” addresses—places where we lived for at least nine months. When I add in the various short term corporate apartments that we’ve also occupied, the total number of addresses is closer to fifteen. My godmother uses one of those old school address books and she grumbles that my addresses have taken up an entire section.

Some of our moves have been within the same city (back before we had much real furniture and when house flipping was the craze) but most moves have been across state lines and one was across an ocean. Mostly we move for my wife’s job but we’ve moved for my job too. Keep Reading!