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This is an award winning story from way back in April 2010. The true part of this story is that dicovering The Black Stallion series did make me a reader. I hope you enjoy Mrs. Potts Knows “Annie! Come on!” I stood at the end my twin sister’s bed. Pink, fluffy and perfectly made. Quite unlike mine; denim, dirty and definitely not made. “Angie,” she whispered my name without taking her eyes from the open book, “I simply will not leave this room until I know Elizabeth and Mr. D

How Much is Too Much? I've been working hard behind the screens to launch a month long giveaway campaign for my novels. The entire month of May will be saturated with prizes and contests. In the preparation for May I've been creating and ordering sway for The Animal Justice Club series. I must admit I'm having FUN! But I'm left with a few questions for my subscribers and I hope you'll help me out. (Some of my family members receiving this are not real 'subscribers' but more l

I'm so excited about the publication of my new novel, Anna Wells and the Case of the Caterwaul. To mark this amazing milestone I'm giving away both of the Anna Wells Mystery novels and other swag to some lucky person who is signed up for my newsletter. To sign up for the newsletter scroll to the bottom of the page and submit your email address. It's that simple. Good luck!

Thanks Casey LaFleur for another amazing painting.

I met my goal and submitted the manuscript by Jan 31st. Whew! Today I recevied the cover design. There are a couple revision to address but I'm hopeful it will be finalized soon. It's actually happening! The Case of the Caterwaul will be in print this Spring!

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Written for Faithwriter's November 1, 2018 for the writing prompt: Bored 4th Place #bored #wonder #wakeup #faithwriter #heartsinger There was time in my life when every cell in my body was alive to the wonder all around me. But lately I’ve heard my self yawn and sigh at sunrise and sunset. My eyes, drawn more to the computer screen than the beauty that surrounds me, are dull. And a shroud of apathy clings, leaving me heavy and pallid. It’s when my vision becomes small and in

I love communicating through written, spoken, and performance arts. I am a woman of many words. I love words. I love languages. I love...