Books for Autumn: Yes, Fall has Feelings Too.
When I was a kid, I listened to Christmas music year-round. I would play my dad’s vinyl Goodyear Christmas records on St. Patrick’s Day, Easter weekend, Memorial day through Labor…
When I was a kid, I listened to Christmas music year-round. I would play my dad’s vinyl Goodyear Christmas records on St. Patrick’s Day, Easter weekend, Memorial day through Labor…
Today’s Writer Wednesday post is all about research. As a Reference Librarian who has worked in many different libraries–special, scientific, and public–this is a topic I love and hate. Love it…
It was neither the best day, nor the most beautiful. But no amount of rain could dampen my mood. I sat across from a writing friend I’d known for years and…
If you’re a romance writer, then you are probably aware of the drama going on regarding the question how much romance is necessary for a story to be classified a romance novel. I think of…
“Wait for me!” my niece yells as she runs after the older kids. But her six-year old legs can’t keep up with the other four in the nine-to-thirteen set. “You’re slow,”…
“Yams? I don’t want yams!” The woman ahead of me yelled at the cashier of my local grocery store. “I want sweet potatoes.” She slammed down a plastic bag and…
This morning, March 14, 2014, I was asked to say a few words about Karen Johnston, my dearest friend and critique partner who recently passed away from brain cancer. I’m…
He wept. Standing in my kitchen filled with the warmth of baking sugar cookies and the scent of a cinnamon candle, I pressed the phone harder against my ear. Every…
Thank you for helping me build my 2014 TBR lists! We came up with some wonderful suggestions that will keep me busy all year. These are some of titles on…
Congratulations to all of my friends and colleagues who received a phone call today! You are 2013 RITA® and Golden Heart® Finalists*! And for those who are disappointed, I want to share…
“Monkey buttshine!” my son screams at his sister. “Rat hag!” she yells back. I drop the laundry basket and head downstairs. They know the m-b word is not allowed. To be honest,…
Although my twins didn’t return to school until September, they had summer homework. And for some reason Labor Day weekend seemed like the best time to do a book report…