For some reason, my protagonists, Darcy, Flora, Nettie, are always running into problems. Well, let’s be honest – they run into lots of problems and that’s what makes the story. They face danger, death, and desperation with the same fear and trembling that you or I would but, due to their firm resolve to get to […]
May 23, 2014
Snippets
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I wonder if they breathed a sigh of relief – those pretty little impatiens that stuck their toes in the soil under my oak tree yesterday? Hopefully, they’ll feel right at home with plenty of room to grow and spread out, and bloom to their full potentials. A few yellow marigolds keep them company and guard […]
May 11, 2014
Mothers, Moms, and Grandmas
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The dictionary defines “mother” as the female parent but mothers are so much more than that! Being a mother is the most rewarding, vital job in the world. Not only is it a job; it is a blessing. The first face a newborn sees is his mother’s. She is the one he first turns to […]
May 9, 2014
But, What Happened Before That?
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Everyone has a back story, a reason for being where we are and how we got there. Characters in books have back stories too. Before Barbara and I wrote The Cemetery Club, Flora and Darcy had a life. Darcy was an investigative reporter for a Dallas newspaper. Her husband Jake’s death was the reason Darcy came back home […]
May 8, 2014
Celebrating Springtime
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How many different conversations can go on around a lunch table simultaneously? I didn’t count women nor conversations yesterday but a bunch of us chattered away as we munched on salads, bread, and dessert. The table was Fran’s and that’s why the food and fun were possible. I look forward to these monthly luncheons. It […]
Apr 19, 2014
The Darkest Day
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Have you ever wondered why the Friday before Easter is known as “good”? There was nothing good about it. Evil men, the people He had come to save, killed the Son of God. The ones who loved Jesus were plunged into the deepest despair. It was a terrible day, a time when creation itself recoiled in horror. […]
