My Blog Has Been Nominated for the Liebster Award!

Thanks so much to nominating me, Kathryn Johnston at 4amWriter, for this award. I am so pleased. This nomination process is from fellow bloggers who are supporting blogs of fewer than 200 followers. There are a few requirements that come with this award. They are: 1. Show your thanks to the blogger who gave you…

Prompt: My Writing Life – Push and Pull

I am trying to find my way as a writer. I have written a 425 page memoir, that memoir turned into a 350 page novel, 75 pages each of three different romance novels, and am currently about one third of the way – 100 pages – through a young adult novel. I am published only…

Prompt: Word Randomly Picked from a Book – “Dish”

“You have to dish,” Sylvia said to her friend Joyce right after they sat down in the restaurant for lunch. “Come on. Tell me what happened!” Joyce crossed her legs slowly and licked her lips. “You are not going to believe what a hunk he was. Honestly, I thought I might faint when he took…

My Mother and the Turkey

I was ten-years-old the Thanksgiving my mother decided to cook. This wasn’t a good thing since she never cooked, but she decided that she didn’t want to order the usual ham for the main meal – turkey, after all, was what most people had for Thanksgiving – and she always gave our cook the Thanksgiving…

Prompt: Two Words for Nonfiction: Silence & Habit

Silence. The sound of silence. Simon and Garfunkel. “Hello, Darkness my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again.” Silence is a luxury in my life. Sounds accost me on every side. Right this very moment, cars are whizzing by outside, my dog is gnawing with great determination on her bone, and the clicking…

Prompt: Texas vs California

I am here at Dallas Love Field, heading back to LA after a weekend visit to Texas. I do this a lot since my husband and I are renovating a Queen Anne Victorian just north of Dallas, in the town of Sherman. This is home turf for me, having grown up just 25 miles from…

Prompt: Picture of Old Couple

“Come on, Henry, we need to get going,” Nell Castle said to her husband. “They’ll all be waiting for us.” Henry reached for his black hat resting on the top shelf of the closet. “Mother, I would rather just stay home, it you don’t mind.” He waited, hoping he’d get a reprieve. “Henry Castle, don’t…