I sent my critique partner one of my short stories, “During the Ball,” about what happened during Cinderella’s ball (no one falls into “happily ever after” during one dance). Anyway, she said that one of her favorite things about it was how it seemed to have just flowed out of me. She’s right. I sat…
I love to watch a program called “Moving Art” on Netflix. The beautiful time-lapse films of Louis Schwartzberg set to soothing instrumentals make me feel calm and peaceful, and set the tone for a weekend of writing and reflection. Today, I started with “Waterfalls,” and it has given me a welcome pause in the midst…
I write romance because I BELIEVE in things. I believe there are more good people than bad. I believe every person has important gifts to offer the world. I believe the world is a place of astonishing beauty, and humans have the ability to enhance that beauty through art, music, architecture, gardening, and countless other…
I love all holidays, even those without extreme lawn decorations and merchandising extravagandas. Labor Day is the third and last of the summer picnic holidays, popular only because it is traditionally recognized as the end of summer. It invites family and neighbohood gatherings, enjoying the “last,” halcyon day of outdoor recreation and the accompanying fiesta.…
“I’ve always dreamed of being a writer.” “It’s my dream to write a book.” “You’re so talented. I could never do what you do.” Uh…no. We are all writers already. I know that because I work in an elementary school, and I have helped students at every level, from kindergarten to 5th grade, complete their…
