Stories of Faith, Hope, and Love
The last few weeks have been a hodgepodge of moments all adding up to one conclusion. First, the spring equinox (although here in Colorado we can still get snow for a couple more months). A new coat of paint on the house so everything looks fresh. Wrapping up all the numbers (and taxes) from the first quarter. Easter. Leaves on our tree (ahead of everyone else on the block!). And working on book 3 in
One of my highlights every week is having coffee with a friend. We’ve set aside time in our busy calendars to get together and chat about everything from faith to family to how we can pray for each other. It’s a precious time of encouraging and being encouraged. Of laughter and tears and just plain hitting reset in the middle of the chaos to remember that connection matters. I have less regularly scheduled but equally precious
Something has to change in my life. Okay, yes, I just saw my regular doctor for my annual physical and she says I need to walk more and yada yada something about stress and cholesterol. But that’s not what I’m talking about. And yes, I need to help sort out the Princess’ current lack-of-job situation so I can reclaim one of my coveted writing days and make measurable progress on the current work-in-progress. But that’s
Quick question. What would you do if someone walked up to you with a plate and announced “you can make me an egg.” Laugh or roll your eyes at their seeming joke? Get some variation of frustrated, irritated, or mad that their audacious entitlement? And curious minds want to know if you’d stop what you were doing and head to the kitchen! I did. Why? Because this is normal when a 29-year-old special needs Princess thinks she rules the
This week holds a special place in my heart because once upon a time, I had a book launch that lined up perfectly with Valentine’s Day. (And that story–Focus On Love –happened to have a fun scene including a kids Valentine card plus one of my favorite scenes ever to write spotlighting a snowy day and a sledding crash.) But like the title of the book and the fact I live in Loveland where Valentine’s Day
Is it already two weeks into the new year? Yikes. Time really does fly the older I get. But one thing doesn’t change and that’s my love for new chapters and blank slates and fresh beginnings. (Even if my left eye is still flashing at times with a curtain of floaters to keep things from getting boring.) As I said last time: “I’m more than ready to turn the page to 2026 and start the next chapter
Oops. I guess I didn’t really think how that subject line might sound. So, let me put your mind at rest. I’m not giving up my author hat and there will be more books coming. Phew. It’s just that I’m writing this on New Year’s Eve. That natural breaking point where one chapter ends and the next begins, so the analogy made sense. But as a writer, there are nuances I’d love to unpack a
Good morning from Missouri! Yes, this girl dragged a lot of family (i.e. her parents, husband, two adult children, a daughter-in-law, and a grandson) across several state lines in a 14-hour drive from Colorado to Branson. Road trips in December can get a little risky with winter weather, but it was worth it! Why? Because our youngest now lives in Missouri and this is the busiest time of the year in his new job building hand-crafted furniture at
Why just write a Regency Romance when you can also add a mystery? How many (believable) ways are there to die in Regency England? Well, in order to set up the plot situations for The Lost Heir, I had to kill off a lot of fictional people. And it all started with an Earl and his three sons. From my research (plus every book I’ve read set in the same era!), the firstborn son–the heir–would be
Once upon a time, I had a vivid dream and woke up embroiled in a medieval-ish time period. The scarred heroine in my dream lived on the outskirts of a kingdom and worked in a pub-type place where weary travelers could stop for a meal, spend the night, and share the gossip with the villagers. Everyone was talking about a neighboring prince coming to their kingdom to claim a bride. But something strange was going