Fire As The Villain
In my new release, coming out Tuesday, Love Me Tender, Love You Hard, I used fire as the villain, not a person, like I usually do. As I was finishing up the book, the fires had just started in Southern…
Fixit Day and Saving Frogs
Our metal garage door in the living room needed new springs and some adjustment so it could operate the way it should. As the two-door specialists were on their scaffolding, one of them greeted a bright green frog who had…
Moving and Hot SEALs: Oh My!
I won't lie. I LOVE this piece. Sort of sums up my life at the current time. I'm an eclectic mix of traditional and quirky, all tied up in a collection of "found" pieces like this artist depicts. He doesn't…
Palm Trees and Other Ventures
We've decided to live temporarily in an apartment we own while we get our Diesel Pusher ready for the long travels ahead. I've found that working on a new project is somewhat healing. The building has great bones, built in…
My Roots Will Have Wheels
I woke up this morning and cried for the third time in 24 hours. Not tears of joy. Last night before I went to retire, all three of my dogs perched on my bed, as if asking, "Are we coming…
Father’s Day Greeting and News!
I've said it before many times, it doesn't take much to father a child, but to be a father, that has nothing to do with Biology, and everything to do with Heart. I have had the honor of knowing several…
Being Tough
I am still here at Lori Foster's #RAGT18, and had a fabulous day interacting with old and new friends. It's so wonderful to hear the stories and comments from readers and how they've enjoyed my books. Oh yes, there…
I Wish You More…In A Tiny Space
The adventure continues. I write this post, getting ready to leave for my book signing at Lori Foster's #RAGT18, while at the same time putting back my office after nearly 2 weeks of painter experience. Those of you who have…
MOVING: 35 YEARS OF MEMORIES-New Memories Ahead
I took a deep breath when my husband said, "I'm retiring, and we're going to sell our home." I'm not a good one for change, as most of you lovely readers know. I hang on to the bitter end sometimes…
Mr. Mike the King of Tats
I'm still halfway back in San Diego, except I'm drunk with the beautiful sight of our green hills in Northern California Wine Country. The grasses are still short, and the green is way longer than it usually is. In a…