John A. Heldt

Even now, I can rattle off the names like days of the week: Wallace. Galveston. Princeton. Evansville. Gulf Shores. Chattanooga. Flagstaff. ...

According to an old proverb, too many cooks spoil the broth. While that may be true with some things, I have not found it to be true when ar...

I have been in this position before. When writing Mercer Street in 2015, I had to contend with the Chicago Cubs. The Cubs, you may recall...

Since joining the ranks of the sheltered in place, I have noticed the little things. Clean air. Quiet streets. Fewer planes in the sky. The ...

Let me say first, I feel fortunate. Unlike many who are struggling in these desperate times, my wife and I have the resources to weather the...

For someone obsessed with time travel, I took my time getting around to the gold standard of the genre. I didn't read Outlander , publis...

I admit I considered another course. After writing the Carson Chronicles, an exhaustive five-book set, I was ready for a change. But as I ...

Like others, I suspect, I put this one off. I prefer other genres and wasn't eager to jump into a long novel when I was in the middle of...

The row houses of F Street were more colorful and ornate. Ford's Theatre had a smaller lobby and a bigger stage. Even the forests of Nor...

New Year’s resolutions, according to a popular saying, are a bit like babies. They’re fun to make but extremely difficult to maintain. Thoug...