I Remember 9/11/01, and more
I remember… Being awakened in the early hours of the morning by my husband. My 15 year old daughter had woken him up because of what she had heard on… Read more »
I remember… Being awakened in the early hours of the morning by my husband. My 15 year old daughter had woken him up because of what she had heard on… Read more »
How is it that no matter how hard I try to perfect the manuscript, when I get the proof I always find something I need to change? Is there a… Read more »
Can you believe it! My proof was lost in the mail! I wonder if it was delivered to the wrong address, and the recipient has not even looked at the… Read more »
I should have known! Today is Sunday, and the proof copy of Cerulea isn’t here yet. Doesn’t it seem that the more something is anticipated, the longer it takes to… Read more »
Five days! That is all I have to wait until I have the Cerulea in my hands! The proof has been printed and is on the way. The feelings I… Read more »
After years of listening to begging, pleading, and cajoling, my husband and I have caved. We now have a Schnoodle. Not that it was particularly a Schnoodle that our kids… Read more »
Plastic. Everywhere I look there is plastic. Plastic bottles, plastic table cloths, plastic plates, plastic chairs, plastic spoons, plastic forks, plastic tables, plastic shoes, and on and on and on…. Read more »
Cerulea only needs a few finishing touches and it will go to the printers. I am so excited. I can’t wait to get the proof in my hands! Here is… Read more »
I am working on my newest book, and I just cannot decide if I want to write it in first or third person. I originally wrote it in third person,… Read more »
Sometimes there are inside ‘jokes’ that just need to be explained. Take for example the following conversation I heard in my house last night. Daughter: Let’s watch a movie. Dad:… Read more »