Morning. Her gaze lowered to the screen.
This was her special time, this early part of the day when the sun was just about to creep over the horizon. It was a brand new day in which anything could happen.
To mow the lawn.
You shouldn't believe anything you hear standing outside a plywood window. Everyone knows plywood distorts vowels...words...sayings. -Ariel
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...
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...
Pitcher of sweet tea
God in heaven, was this what I was put on earth for, to be a receptacle for men's lust?
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...