Window Over The Sink

There will be vendors of all sorts on Saturday--think all all things fun and FOOD like in trucks and a bake sale in Macy Christian...

by Wendy Kendall Celebrate with Mystery Author, Wendy Kendall What are you carrying on National Handbag Day?  This year it's Friday,...

The cartel king has finally found his queen. Kidnapped by the enemy. Bought by the jefe. Will his smoldering touch thaw her frozen heart?...

I used the word passion lately in a manuscript. My daughter used it this week in conversation. Both references were to teachers. As a...

I have to confess that I panicked when my publisher Jane Porter asked me to move from River’s Edge, my little town on the Ohio River to...

Because I have nothing this week and am a little embarrassed by how many reruns I've posted lately, I'm going to do what my friend Nan...

I apologize for my almost-absence last week. Like everyone else I know, I was battered and bruised by the grief of what has happened...

I remember jumping up and down as Daddy tried to put my coat on over my Little Lulu pajamas. I grabbed my Mrs. Beasley doll and ran to...

There are times when it's better to say nothing at all. This is one of them. Have a good and healing week. Be nice to somebody. " And he...

On my morning scroll through Facebook, I enjoyed the few messages and memes and funny graphics still allowed. I clicked on some news...

Danielle from Winter’s Kiss doesn’t like winter, and for years, I’ve sided with her. Winter has never been my season. The cold bites, the...

I was going to take this week off, because I didn't have it in me. Every school shooting, every senseless death of a child or staff member diminishes something in me as a mom and a nana, in who we are as a country. Although I believe in the power of prayer and the importance of hope, it gets harder every time. Every Single Time.

Most stories start with "what if…" Ours had a different conception. Mother and daughter watching a rom-com. Daughter: We could have...

I like Cracker Barrel. It's our go-to restaurant when we are on the road. Its service is almost always good, its associates friendly, its...

I wrote this in 2009. Yes, really. Sixteen years ago. I've used it since, I'm sure, but not recently that I recall. Some things, and how...

The first essay I ever had published was for the Peru Tribune. I think I was paid $5.00 for it. It was about abortion--from the point of...

I didn't know what seventy-five would look like, or how it would feel, or how it would sound. I didn't know what kind of food would taste...

Recently, I met a friend and former colleague for lunch. We hadn’t seen each other in a while, so first we got caught up on our families’...

I knew I should be doing something this morning ... but it's raining. I'm not sure what that has to do with anything, but there it is. I...

Friends Nan Reinhardt and Carol Light are in Montana this week. Both of them write for Tule Publishing. Nan's new stories are at home in...