I’m an #author, a #TWRPauthor, and happy to be one. I’m #old enough and have lived long enough to have gathered enough fodder to #write about. But I’m also old enough to lag behind in the social media evolution. When I write from the #heart, dredge up and uncover #relationships …
Fact truly is stranger than fiction. Hopefully it ends on the last page with a huge, “Ahhhhhh….”
Relationships – at the core of every interaction…fodder for me to write about, and pleasures for us to live. Please visit author Brenda Whiteside’s site today to find a little of yourself and those in your sphere. http://brendawhiteside.blogspot.com/2017/04/love-and-war-in-any-element-by-colleen.html
Have you ever found yourself in a novel? Do you read to imagine yourself the heroine…or do you read because you are her…possessor of the deeper angst and motivations ready to find their way out in shared dilemmas and dreams, such as these… Denying passion; Losing dreams to reality; Being …
Identity – the uniqueness that is me Purpose – the reason for where I am and my perseverance in that I wasn’t born with a gate post …
Love sometimes spills beyond the confines of what we expect, becoming messy, unpredictable, and maybe even better than what’d we’d envisioned. It breaks the pattern, the neat and tidy package, takes us beyond a ripped bodice to the heart that beats beneath it. A heart that aches to love and …
“It was there, the aroma of him, in the downtown air. As strong as I smelled it on the train when he was right there beside me. It was him. It had to be.” I fiddled with the glass of water the waitress had brought. “But of course he’s gone, …
Matters little…I accept. – Women worth writing about.
From soon to be released “Asked For” – when we don’t know how to ask for what we really want from a relationship: “She lifted the bowl of potatoes and extended it to him, the pool of melted butter sloshing against the rim of the small pond he’d made in …
He stared at me, then nodded slowly. I smiled, wishing I hadn’t come. Wishing I’d had time to finish Julianne’s story before I was coaxed…no, forced…back to this world. The smile worked. He stepped to me and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his face into my hair. “It’s good …
