Greetings! I’ve just returned home from a whirlwind of festivals. First up was the Saints and Sinners Literary Festival in New Orleans followed the next weekend by the Lone Star Lesfic Festival in Austin. Both events were full of great panels and readings and I’m grateful for the opportunity to connect with readers and… Read More Pre-Law
I’m not just talking about today, or tonight rather, when I realized that I opened WordPress on my computer at nine a.m. this morning, but it’s now after nine p.m and my brain’s been pulled in a thousand different directions resulting in a mostly blank blog. And it’s not just today, but this year, which is… Read More Where did the time go?
No matter what your political affiliation, I think we can all agree the last week and a half have been a roller coaster ride of epic proportions. I keep trying to balance the desire to be informed with the need to insulate from all the external happenings that threaten my sanity. Not an easy task.… Read More Defining Resistance
Happy New Year! I hope everyone’s 2017 is off to a great start. I know that many of us are facing significant challenges in the not so distant future (aka January 20th), but I’m confident that we can get through anything together, and I’m happy to have this affirming blog site where we can all escape to… Read More Do you hear what I hear?
Well, maybe not time travel, but through some kind of publishing magic, I have an advance copy of my December release to give away to one you faithful W&W blog followers. The book is Without Justice, a romantic suspense novel, and here’s the skinny: Cade Kelly’s life revolved around her legal career until the day… Read More Time Travel. Really.
Greetings! I’m writing the final chapters of Letter of the Law and will have it done this weekend because Monday morning I’m boarding a plane for Women’s Week, which I have dubbed Authorama. Why, you ask? Because during this week devoted to all things woman in the seaside town at the tip of the Cape, the… Read More Authorama
In 2009, the same year Michael Jackson died, I learned how to swim. That was also the year I had my radiation and chemo treatments, decided to quit my corporate job, and moved to Florida to follow a Great Love. Of course, all that isn’t coincidental. When death stares you in the face, you’re forced… Read More Swimming with Michael Jackson: A Writer’s Confessional