I know–try not to be jealous.
Today marks one week since I murdered my first novel. It was not a senseless act of violence, but neither was it premeditated. I just knew–and, if I am to be honest, my readers did as well–that it had to be done. As always with something birthed through a haze of blood, sweat, and tears,… Read More
“Happiness is a conscious choice, not an automatic response.” (A shot of my brother, Joshua, and me in Pennsylvania–probably around 1988.)
This past weekend I ran in a 5K — or survived a 5K might be the better phrasing — and learned more about the dynamics of the writing world than I could have in a week’s worth of conferences (mighty convenient, I must say, since it’s cheaper). I started off the race like I’d been… Read More
This quote’s for you out there hunkered against the cold with your blue hands nestled under your armpits: “If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” -Anne Bradstreet This picture’s really just for me and my honeybunchkins–so… Read More
Yes, sadly, this is I before me — and my pediatrician — discovered Acidophilus milk. And please, although you may want to, do NOT set this as your desktop background. All copyrights remain with me and my childhood modeling agency. (That is sarcasm.)
Who says a fierce “Mohican man” cannot also be the next Martha Stewart? The following pictures of my husband’s dalliance with knitting are proof that he can! Step One: My husband tells his sister, “That looks so easy, give me that!” Step Two:My husband grits his teeth and snarls while realizing knitting’s not as simple… Read More
A week before I left for college, my best friend gave me a notebook. Besides the words “Happy Book” scrawled across the cover, for all appearances it seemed a very simple gift. Little did I know what impact it would have on the next four years of my life. The purpose of the notebook was… Read More