Novelist, Writing

Finding my voice, again

I've been a writer all my life. It's true! The first gift I ever gave my husband, when we were nothing more than fourteen year old children celebrating the first Christmas of our young high school lives, was a short story. About grown up us, coming home for the holidays. I still remember collecting my… Continue reading Finding my voice, again

Novelist, romance, Writing

Magnolia Rocks (A Working Title)

Chapter One Forty-Seven I can’t remember when it happened, but at some point my heart grew harder in the tiniest of ways. It would be poetic to say that these things went unnoticed by… Source: Magnolia Rocks (A Working Title)