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

Actually I mean ‘bitches’ but for the sake of my blog I’ll be as polite as possible and refer to the last bitch in my

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

I still think of September as the beginning of the year, the falling leaves and the burnt colors, like an opening curtain on the first

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,