Finishing

I'm writing my fourth and final book in a series. Scratch that. I'm supposed to be writing. Yesterday I marched myself up to my writing room with the sole intention of getting some words on paper. Let's just say a closet has been cleaned out, furniture dusted, drawers de-cluttered, but not one word has been… Continue reading Finishing

5 Years Ago…

He was my first love...my dad. His hand was always available to hold. He taught me how to ride a bike, how to change a tire, shoot a gun and threatened the first boy who broke my heart. Not every memory is that of perfection. That's from my dad, too...realism. Honesty. Truth. He always said… Continue reading 5 Years Ago…