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Winnie the Pooh, where are you? - Repost - July 15, 2011

My maternal grandfather had a wonderful imagination and a flair for the dramatic. From my earliest childhood memories, I can remember him reading my siblings, cousins and I stories such as The Three Billy Goats Gruff, complete with voices, or joining us in a rousing board game. But by far, our most favorite activity shared with Grandpa was searching for Winnie the Pooh. My grandparents lived in rural northeast Indiana on a large plot of open land that stretched back a quarter of a mil... Click Here To Read More >>

Basting a Redhead - June 20, 2011

I love being tan! There are few things like sporting a healthy bronze glow to your legs and arms to instantly make you feel more beautiful and slimmer. Especially, when those legs and arms are normally palest ivory with pink undertones and speckled with freckles.  As a natural redhead of distinct northern European descent, I do not tan. Not without the help of a bronzing product. In sunlight I burn, lobster red. And if I’m unfortunate enough to fry my appenda... Click Here To Read More >>

There is a loneliness... - June 17, 2011

There is a loneliness…to being the oldest sister. To being surrounded by brothers. To having a sister who was always too young to understand what I was going through.  There is a loneliness…to always being the most responsible, the most independent. To being the second child, but the first to take risks, leave home, strike out on their own. There is a loneliness…to being so secretive. To being afraid to share my hurts and admit my failings. To... Click Here To Read More >>

Of Dreams and Fireflies - May 4, 2011

“Wake, my child.” I lie still, feeling the vestiges of sleep slip off me. Warm air presses gently against my skin and the sweet smell of grass and dandelions tickles my nostrils. A chorus of crickets surrounds me and somewhere off in the distance to my right I can hear the lone bass of a bullfrog.    “Wake, my child.”   I blink open my eyes, staring at the dark heavens above me. Stars sprinkle the sky, twinkling down at me like benevolen... Click Here To Read More >>

When a Man Smiles... - April 20, 2011

What is it about the curl of a man’s lips, the softening of his features, the sparkle in his pupils, the laugh lines at the corner of his eyes that makes a woman weak? Be it from the man across the bar or the breakfast table, the man cradling our arm as we march down the aisle or the little guy holding our hand as we guide them across the street. There is just something utterly captivating about watching the transformation that overcomes a man’s face when he grins in genuin... Click Here To Read More >>

The Lonely Road - April 15, 2011

Several years ago when I was talking to my mother about my childhood, I was shocked to learn I had developed a very independent streak at an early age. By the time I turned one, she said, I had begun to insist on doing things myself and no longer wanted to be cuddled. This naturally upset her, as I think it would any mother who wants to hug and squeeze their children.  I knew that I had always had a stubborn-streak, often wanting to teach myself things rather than learn the old-f... Click Here To Read More >>

Pushing My Hot Buttons - March 29, 2011

We all have them. Hot buttons. Subjects we don’t like to discuss, or watch, or read about because they either annoy us, anger us, or disturb us. They are perhaps an author’s worst enemy, because everyone’s hot buttons are different, and try as you might to avoid them, chances are you won’t manage it. And if you do manage to steer clear of them, you may have a novel weak as milksop and just as uninteresting. So, it’s best to simply accept the... Click Here To Read More >>

The Roaming Writer - March 24, 2011

There’s nothing so sacred to a writer as a good writing space. Once we find one—be it at home, a coffee shop, a library, wherever—we tend to return to it over and over again until productivity in that space falls off. In other words, until the mojo wears off. It may seem superstitious, like carrying a lucky penny or refusing to wash your socks during your team’s tournament run, but, in my mind, it’s nothing but practical.  It can be difficult to bloc... Click Here To Read More >>

Patience - the Non-Virtue - March 21, 2011

I’ve recently discovered that patience is not a virtue I possess. Though, who decided it was ever a quality to be admired, I’m not certain. And it seems neither is anyone else. Most popularly the saying is attributed to a Chinese proverb, the full quote being: Patience is a virtue Possess it if you can Seldom found in woman Never found in man So, it seems that this higher ability we are all aspiring to is admittedly all but impossible, and the joke is on the rest ... Click Here To Read More >>

In which I do a little rambling and praise women... - February 7, 2011

So, most of you know about the recent bout of excitement in my life, as I received three offers of representation from literary agents in one week. For an author who had gotten rejection after rejection on her previous four complete manuscripts, I was blown over by the response to my most recent novel Half Sick of Shadows. I felt confident that it was good enough to be published and was willing to fight for it as such, but believing in something and finally seeing the results of that b... Click Here To Read More >>

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