A Heart’s Story

They were a gift from a man who said she was the love of his life. She believed him to be honest, opened herself to him, and dared to be vulnerable. Shamed and broken, she blamed herself for believing his tender, loving words. “You romantic fool!” she chastised herself again and again. “Will you never…

Hurricanes and Rowboats

It’s a feeling I am familiar with. Anyone who’s finished writing a story might feel the same. I felt lost, like I was adrift in a boat with no oars or motor. The story had come to an end, but this time it was magnified. It was the end of a series – the cumulative…

The Best Welcome

The somber, weary Highlanders returning to Castle Leoch are a welcome sight for Glenna Fitzgibbons (Mrs. Fitz). Her greeting seemed boisterous, almost startling to me until I hit the pause button and thought about it. When the Highlanders set out on their journey, she had no way of knowing if she’d see any of them…

Not Available in Stores

In this season of gift-giving, I look back with a grateful heart and mind at those I received that had a direct influence on my present status as a writer. I had no notion in those early years, but now I see that my family was (perhaps unknowingly) planting the seeds that would lead me…

The Waiting Game

  So, one manuscript is done (are they ever, really?) and is navigating its way through the netherworld of publication or rejection. Each click of the “send” button brings with it a wave of hope, excitement, and terror. And so it begins – the waiting game, that is. What’s a writer to do? I gifted…

First Draft – Short, Sweet Celebration!

  Completing the first draft of a story is something to celebrate.  I forged ahead many times when it would be easier to “Select All”, “Delete,” and watch a Netflix movie.  Or go out with friends.  Or have a nap.  I created a beginning, middle, and end.  I did the “Yes!” cheer and gesture like…

Three

Swing me high, swing me low. Your strong, warm hands launch me floor-to-ceiling. Past your white work shirt, 5:30 fatigue, and heartfelt laughter. Your mom, my mom, and me. Three generations gather in the Zenith raspberry patch. Aprons, sky-high canes, and ruby-tipped fingers. Bulging bowls bubble and burp. Stirring and steam settles and waits to…