What does the Walkerville Desires series have to offer you that hasn’t been offered, pushed down our throats, and over-promised all our lives? What is the ‘why’ in my writing? Whole characters come to me, telling me their names,
2019 is what, 72 hours away? I have heard from several professionals in the past few days who tell me, a random person on their email list, what their dreams were for 2018 and what they did/didn’t achieve them. They
I almost made it. For reasons I won’t go into here I haven’t celebrated the 25th of December for 18 years. I did make a batch of fudge, snow balls, and oatmeal and raisin cookies to give to some folks.
This is another Edinburgh story. Actually this one’s in the Highlands. Ian loved being of service. I still have the cup. Ian #2 This was the second time they stopped at this off-the-motor-way-café in the Highlands. The first time was
I fell in love with Edinburgh, the city, and Edinburgh, the people. I wrote several vignettes while there. Some of these folks I met and talked with, some folks I just made up stories as they went on with their
I will not abandon myself She drew a line in the sand. Literally. The hot limpid wind only blew hotter limpid air around the compound. The line she drew was to make sure no vampires or demons would cross over
Hi everyone, it’s the night before Thanksgiving. There’s something about being reflective at any time of the year — birthdays, anniversaries, holidays … as I take a deep breath and smell the milk chocolate/toffee confection that I mistakenly call “Crack”