John A. Heldt

The road ahead looks different now. Three weeks into retirement, it looks more like Nevada's Route 50, the "loneliest road in Ameri...

I started as a paperboy. Sometime in 1974, at the ripe old age of 12, I began delivering the Seattle Times in a suburban subdivision that c...

The trilogy is now ten days old. The Duties and Dreams ebook came out November 9, the paperback yesterday. Even the Second Chance boxed s...

Be careful what you wish for. The warning, from The Old Man and Death , one of Aesop's Fables, is one of the oldest themes in literat...

For an obvious reason, I rarely watch a television series twice. A series, unlike a movie or even a book, represents a serious investment in...

It took a while — three months, to be exact — but I finished ahead of schedule. With a final burst on Friday, I finished the first draft of ...

The subtitle tipped me off. Preceded by an asterisk, it told me most of what I needed to know about a riveting comedy series. I say most —...

For some, Alsace is a backwater. Tucked in a remote corner of France, next to Germany and Switzerland, it is a region often overlooked by tr...

For authors, summer is supposed to be the quiet season. It is supposed to be the time we set work aside, take rejuvenating vacations, and ta...

I've been in a dog mood lately. My last dog, Mocha, passed away six years ago, and I miss her terribly. Because of circumstances — Las V...