I’ve done this tagged meme before, but since my favorites list is ever-changing, I thought I’d do it again. List 10 books that have stayed with you long after you read them. Don't think too much about the exercise. Be spontaneous. You’re supposed to tag other people here. I don't tag people. Just participate if … Continue reading Books that Stay
My friend Sara Crawford (author of The 30 Day Writing Challenge), tagged me in the Writing Process Blog Tour. Because she tends to be able to bend me to her will with the alluring awkwardness of her puppy dog stare, I’m participating. Aren’t you excited? I sure am. Visit Sara’s blog here and check out … Continue reading Writing Process Blog Tour: I, again, blame Sara.
I have a gift. If someone hands me a lump of muddy rock, I see a galaxy of diamonds in my hand, shining and revolving and shattering through the limitations left behind by the earth that birthed a lump of sullied mineral. It happens with everything in my life. Every thing. Every creature. Every person. … Continue reading The Spark, the Shade, and a Mutant
Whew! Is this thing still on? I know I've neglected you, my dear blog. My apologies. Let's make up starting now. 😉 Today marks the beginning of the Blog Tour for my book, "Bayou L'Abeille". There are some amazing people participating and the first post is from my fantastic publisher, Fey Publishing! Check out the Rafflecopter … Continue reading “Bayou L’Abeille” Blog Tour
We have four fantastically personalitied dogs, two large and two small. They are a source of constant entertainment, love, scorn, frustration, laughter, and anything else you can pull out of the emotional bag. We love them immensely. After my daily visits to Dog-shaming.com, I decided to bring down the "wrath" on our own fur beasts. … Continue reading Dog Shaming: Version – My House
I recently had the opportunity to speak with a young artist. You know the kind: fresh faced, energetic, so full of ideas they can’t sit still. He was talking to me about his art when he sank into his chair enough for me to notice. Being both concerned and nosey, I asked him what was … Continue reading Do Not Listen to What I am Saying
It’s called The Out Post. Every Friday night you can hop in and enjoy an evening of bluegrass with a gaggle of regulars wearing more plaid than you can shake a stick at. It’s the kind of place where old church pews sit next to old theater seats. It’s the kind of place where everyone … Continue reading Where the Grass is Blue