Author: kblaugheed

So what do you want for Christmas? I have been asked this odd question many times this holiday season.  I say the question is odd because, after all, I want everything.  I mean, I’m only human, so of course I want everything I can get. But to paraphrase my non-human uncle, Mr. Spock, I have…

In my previous post, I pointed out that Lucy Ricardo was born of myth & suggested I, too, came from that communal pool of creative energy. Well, as discerning readers have no doubt guessed, those delicious depths are also where I found Katie O’Toole, which, in a weird way, sort of makes her Lucy Ricardo’s…

In an earlier post I mentioned that my mother was a wacky, red-haired housewife named Lucy Ricardo. Well, some readers have questioned my right to claim the Queen of Comedy as my very own. The thing is, I never said I was an only child. But even though I understand my siblings are legion, I…

I love gifts as much as the next guy, but in my experience, gifting is fraught with peril. Peril #1: You must give gifts to those who give gifts to you, even if you barely know them. Peril #2: You must give gifts equal to or exceeding in value to gifts given to you. Peril…

Because I’ve been doing a lot of book signings lately and I’m on my way to New Mexico tomorrow, I haven’t had much time to come up with clever new blog entries. But if you’re getting hungry for more reading material by K.B. Laugheed, let me encourage you to visit two other websites wherein you…

Obviously I lied again. I didn’t come right back. A whole week has passed since my last post. But I think it’s important to ponder long & hard before calling my father names like “racist.” He has photon torpedoes, you know. Anyway, in my previous post I made the rather shocking assertion that the Prime…

In my previous post I acknowledged that pretty much everything I’ve ever read about historic Indians amounts to little more than lies. Knowing this, you might wonder how it is I felt qualified to write a book about historic Indians when I just admitted I can’t possibly know the truth about historic Indians. Well, at…

In my previous post, I mentioned my childhood & how The Spirit Keeper is actually a true story based on my own (peculiar) personal experience. Some readers might point out this sort of claim makes me look like a pathological liar, while others might insist I’m speaking allegorically, but I’m good either way. As far…

Books these days are rarely sold on their own merits. Instead they’re primped, polished, & produced as part of a package, one portion of which is the persona of the author him/herself. Alas, I fear I make a poor commodity. I’m too old, too disheveled, & too likely to speak my mind, which is risky…