{Till We Meet Again}

This post is a personal one – and I hope you don’t mind. As a writer my beginnings are rooted in journaling, telling the story of life. Today we say goodbye to my Grandma… This is her holding my first baby girl. She loves babies and I know even though she won’t be with us here on earth she will be watching over all her babies from above. There is something precious about your final moments with a loved one. They’re sticky – the kind of memories that don’t fade away into the grey like so many others, but come to the forefront during quiet moments. I remember well those moments with my Grandpa Smith. His final days in the ICU were grave, but there was a moment when I got to be with him, combing his hair and talking with...

Olympics 2012

Is anyone else obsessed with the Olympics? We’re glued on it like PB on J. I can’t believe what these athletes can do! Go USA! I think my favorite is gymnastics…no swimming…no definitely beach volleyball. Oh snap! I don’t know, I love them all! Which events are MUST SEE for you?...

Book Trailer

I’m under cover for the next few days, sorting through final changes in my manuscript, getting my cover edits in and creating a Book Trailer. It’s what all the cool writers are doing these days: jumping on the movie bandwagon and creating tantilizing book trailers for their latest publications. I’m trying my hand at it. Here are a few images I’ve gathered to give you a taste of what’s to come…  ...

Under the Clouds

Today is one of those days where the clouds are blue and gray, layering down close to comfort us with the promise of rain after so many days of skyrocketing heat. It feels good just to see them bumping around the sky, building up to perfect plumpness and then *fingers crossed* dumping their load of raindrops all over the valley. In my opinion, they don’t need to hold back. A good day full of clouds is also a good day for writing. Something about them makes me feel creative. My fingers itch to write and my mind is secretly playing new scenes in the background as I flip pancakes, change baby bums and listen to piano scales. I smile inside, greeting all the new characters so they know I’ll come play when the babies are sleeping and the older kids are...

Starfish in the Sea

Daydreaming…  

Unwanted Visitor

My kids were cleaning up the requisite belch of clothing and toys that come from traveling when I heard the yelp from my oldest. “Scorpion!” It’s a dreaded word in our house, one that has a strict protocol attached. 1.  Never try and kill it yourself. Always call for a grown-up. 2.  If the baby is nearby run and take him with you kicking and screaming if need be. We live across from what used to be desert and is now a bunch of overpriced homes squished together England Industrial Age style, so close there’s really no need for windows since you just see into your neighbor’s house. Even with the build in, we have some pretty nasty desert bugs that find their way into our house. I’d never seen a live scorpion until I moved into our home. Now I’ve seen and killed...

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