Last year, I wrote the spooky short story, A Nice Island. Actually, that might be the story that led you to this fantastic community of readers. The atmospheric, haunting story is set on an island off Georgia’s coast, with stretches of undeveloped beaches, maritime forests, marshlands, and masses of alligators. There’s nothing quite like that island where I live in Missouri,… Read More

The initial stages of writing a book are a solitary experience, but taking it through all the publishing stages isn’t something done without a team. I feel incredibly lucky to have a team helping me make my goals become reality and want to introduce two of them to you today in honor of International Women’s Day (March 8). First up… Read More

Another year is almost in the books, and what a year it’s been! Books have always been a part of my life. My parents, especially my mom, encouraged reading since I was a baby. She was always signing up my brother and me for library programs and we were never without a stack of books.  My dad encouraged reading too…. Read More

Well, I tried making some updates to my blog to include a link to my readers’ group and completely screwed up my blog. Please be patient with me while I fix my f-up! Thank you much. 😊

The ground shifted beneath her feet. It was subtle, most likely not a tangible shift because no one else in the room reacted. Everyone else was going about their business without missing a beat: replacing an IV bag, checking vitals, scribbling family information on a dry erase board across from the bed. Only she felt her footing give. She reached out to touch the wall. Her fingertips grazed the smooth surface. She took a breath. The nurse said something to her. She nodded without fully understanding what he said. She should pay more attention. It could be important. Yet all she could do was breathe and let that breath pull her through to the next moment.