It’s November 1951. Tove, a young Danish farm girl is hanging laundry in a snapping summer breeze. The sound of horse harness and wagon wheels carries across the field from the road. The handsome young man driving the… Read More
My summer home is a cottage on the east coast of Georgian Bay. Weather permitting, I swim laps across our small bay for an hour. Before I hit the water, I don my wetsuit. That’s right, a wetsuit. Why… Read More
I’m gone. So sorry, but I’m not really here. I’m off in a land of make-believe; a land that may have very little to do with reality as we know it. My nose is leaving sticky prints on the… Read More
In my previous post, I chatted about my madness as a writer. I may, perhaps, have another writer’s flaw. My non-writing friends consider it far worse than voices that wake me in the night. After all, my characters… Read More
The first time it happened was in the middle of the night. I woke from peaceful slumber, a deep masculine voice ringing in my ear. “You can’t make me do that! I’m no wuss!” Who was the dark-eyed,… Read More
Look at me! I have a blog with an embedded website. Or is the other way around. I have a website! And now for my Oscar moment… Many thanks to: Cynthia D’Alba and Gwen Hernandez taught an awesome WordPress.com workshop on the PRO-Class loop of Romance… Read More