A Memorial Day Memory

Every Memorial Day, I think of my dad, a veteran. I don’t have a photo of him in his army uniform. I wish I did. This is my only picture of the two of us. Yep, I’m holding a book. Years ago, I wrote this poem after he visited my dreams. Hope you like it....

More Than a Poem

If Words Were Birds “If words were birds and swiftly flew,From tips of lips owned, dear, by you, Would they, today, be hawks and crows,Or blue and true, and sweet – who knows?Let’s play today, we choose the best;Birds blue and true with...

Happy Dance Time

Signing Day! Dreams do come true, even those you bury deep in your heart for years. I’m happy and humbled to announce I accepted a contract with Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas through their Smitten imprint for Three Little Things. The inspiration for my...

On a Good Day

Sometimes, on a good day, an extraordinary surprise drops into your lap or, in my case, sits in the chair beside you at the airport. My holy-smokes moment arrived this morning, courtesy of Debbie Macomber, the keynote speaker at the American Christian Fiction Writers...

Is a Writing Life a Wonderful Life?

I think so. Sure, there’s long, solitary hours at the keyboard and shoulder-slumping disappointment when an agent fails to reply to a query. Then there are days when an interviewee cancels at the last minute or fails to reply to my half-dozen emails. And,...