perspectives and imagination

perspectives and imagination

Believe it or not, when I was a young child, I loved going to the dentist office–Dr. McKenna’s in Flint, Michigan to be precise. He always stocked the magazine racks with fresh copies of Ranger Rick and Highlights. Even going with four sisters in tow, I could always...
northern necking

northern necking

What happens when a car and driving blogger asks a romance author to write about a romantic drive? You get “Northern Necking,” of course. Click below to read my full guest blog on Harvey Briggs’ Rides and...

romance and realism

I’m sitting at my dining room table, enjoying the breezy view of my backyard. Don’t let the dappled sunlight and shady oaks fool you. It’s sweltering outside. It’s during these early August days that I feel the most guilt about my garden.  There are days when I rarely...

oh honey, you’ll be fine

“Oh Honey, you’ll be fine.” This was the best advice my mom ever gave me. For example, when I told her that I was having twin boys. “Oh Honey, you’ll be fine.” Or when I called her in tears to say that one of my kids was dyslexic. Any catastrophe that hit my...
fool’s pipe

fool’s pipe

I was walking Tully the Dog one morning, stopping at his usual spots to let him sniff and mark—which is to say every cable box, street sign, light pole and occasional fire hydrant in the neighborhood. On one such pole, I noticed a white chalky substance on the...
the bogbur incident

the bogbur incident

I am one of those people who cannot easily fall asleep. Short of medicating myself, I’ve tried everything but to no avail. I remain awake while my mind continues to toil, sifting through the endless minutiae of the day. Years ago, I discovered that if I created...
covet thy neighbor’s garden

covet thy neighbor’s garden

I inherited my love of the bearded iris from my mother. For our family, the first sign of spring wasn’t the tulip, nor even the daffodil—I can’t remember seeing these when I was a child. Our herald was the iris. My mom had the tall, gaudy blooms planted all around our...
strings attached

strings attached

In Wild Lavender, few details regarding Anna’s chamber are given, thus allowing a reader’s imagination to fill in the furniture, tapestries, and more. And the tapestries themselves—five in all, not counting the partition—tell a story within the story. The following is...
i’ve got to get the formula

i’ve got to get the formula

I’ve got to get the formula… Early on, when I started writing Wild Lavender, I remember thinking that the worst thing about my favorite romance novels was that they came to an end. So I set out to write a novel that would not only keep the reader reading, but...
living vicariously

living vicariously

I’ve been interested in bees since I was very young—around the age of ten or eleven. I can pinpoint the exact day; a trip to the emergency room will help a person remember almost anything. You see, I grew up “in the country” in the mitten state, the middle of...
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