“Friendship is so fragile. It shatters the heart with a word, it’s so difficult to maintain … it can vanish over time, as if it

2017 was not a year to remember for me. It was just as bleak and cold as this photograph. Slapped in the face by mistakes,

My father hid presents under whatever he could find, a new bicycle behind a chair, games and clothes under couches. My mother hid dolls in

I realize that the settings of all my books are about the sizzling south, the hot sun, the bountiful flowers of purple and red and

Dreaming of old churches in small towns on white days when the sky is the color of ash was a fantasy of mine, city child

How did I get so southern? Where the hell did the southern fiction come from? I never read southern fiction growing up, leaning more toward

This is a picture of the rear of Chatter Creek Cottage, all golden and red and looking like autumn. Autumn has finally arrived with a

I am totally inspired to create my next novel sitting at this beautiful new edition to our living room – our Arts & Crafts Mission

There are so many shadows in my life, empty spaces like whispers you don’t quite understand. Shadows are like puzzles we mean to solve. That

It was a beautiful birch tree, smooth, tall white limbs. I loved how it bent over us curved and swaying like a vulnerable musical note,