This is definitely ‘a moment.’ Do either of you have a camera? Mom, a camera is not something I carry around in my purse. However, all is not lost. Nik has one in her car. I’ll scoot over there and ge...
To mow the lawn.
Mother
Morning. Her gaze lowered to the screen.
War is new to her, power to destroy her enemies untried. When a woman meets her enemy she has no code of ethics. She's unhampered by a sense of honor. She has a much keener sense of kill-or-be-killed...
God in heaven, was this what I was put on earth for, to be a receptacle for men's lust?
Casey shrugged. I need to find these things
Pitcher of sweet tea
White and pink, that smelled heavenly, hibiscus so brilliant in color they almost burned Sophie’s eyeballs. In the middle of the lanai, a table was set for breakfast, with pristine white dishes. The c...
It was my editor at the time who has since retired, telling me that Walter and she would be coming to Charleston the following week to discuss my submission. Walter was Walter Zacharius, the founder a...
Writing fiction (that means I make up stuff) is like having a free GO PAST GO card. You can write pretty much whatever you want, burn down a building, maim or kill a character, you can create love, ha...