Window Over The Sink

I complain about hate. A lot. At halvesies with greed, I consider it to be one of the two worst things that have ever happened to our...

Men In Books Aren't Better is a sweet contemporary romance about author Molly Covington, who feels pressured by her looming deadline for...

"In the end, we'll all become stories." -  written by Margaret Atwood.   "... but it is up to us whether that story is unremarkable, or,...

Are you tired of the stuff lying around your house? Or in your car? Your workplace? I sure am! A few years ago, I embarked on a theme of...

After nearly three years of living one day at a time in recovery, Nathan believes that any change of heart is possible. And maybe...

This week someone called me a Marxist . Actually, it was a liberal Marxist , so I was okay with part of it. So, even though I learned...

Disaster strikes DEA Agent Holt Donovan twice, when a gunfight ruins his mission and a car crash kills his brother and sister-in-law....

I confess, for a long time, I rarely included animals in my sweet, small-town contemporary romances, or if I do, they play a pretty minor...

It's Friday morning and it was three degrees when I got up. After whining a bit about this being winter at its worst, I remembered a few...

My late husband Bill loved to read. He often turned off TV to read. However, it wasn’t a paperback or eBook. He “read” an audiobook....

At Black Dog Writers the other night, we used story prompts and wrote for 20 minutes. Most of us wrote in longhand, a few on tablets, a...

“An astounding ONE MILLION Children are victims of human trafficking worldwide.” When I first encountered this statistic at the...

Well, regarding the title, I'm late again, obviously. I started this for last week, but then Debby Myers had something already done and...

He’s a bad boy. She’s a bad girl. When their worlds collide, nothing will be the same again. Dakota Blackstone plays bass for one of the...

I'm still feeling my way with the blog and the new website, so bear with me! We'll have Writer Mondays and Writer Wednesdays from time to...

Snow flurries were falling. As a little girl, I’d join the neighborhood kids bundled up, and we’d go sledding, have snowball fights, and...

by Kyra Jacobs But last week I was on my way to work and drove into a fog so thick I feared for a few miles that I would miss my exit...

by Nancy Fraser Having just experienced my seventy-fifth Christmas, I’m willing to admit… I don’t remember much about the first one....

by Marla White The other day, a friend asked me if I loved Christmas so much because of the nostalgia of it all, the memories it evokes...

Good morning, and Merry Christmas. It's quiet here, with our family scattered and likely still asleep in their own homes. Even the cats...