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
Dots on a screen arranged into meaningful script…or a story that stays with you, even when the screen is turned off? Martha knew Raymond was the one for her the first moment she laid eyes on him on the train. She knew David wasn’t the one, yet he was the …
Trading a dress for pants and learning to ranch like a man didn’t satisfy the law that said no woman could own property in Kansas’ early days. Freshly widowed Regina couldn’t buy or trick her way around her deceased husband’s shrewd banker, finally resigning herself to holding onto their ranch by …
https://thebookbreeze.wordpress.com/ Recycling an old story with a timeless message – there is a time to forgive and stay, and another to forgive and walk away. “Mine to Tell” is the story of throwing off chains and walking free of the past, ourselves, and what others say about us.
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 …
I’m honored that fellow author Sherry Gloag pulled out and dusted off my first book, “Mine to Tell” and featured it on her site today. As an avid reader of the classics…the sorts of stories that DO NOT hook you in the first sentence/paragraph/page/chapter/half…I was happy to see readership look …
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 …
“Daddy was taking my desk apart on one side of my room while Mama went through what I’d kept stored in its drawers nearby. Pieces of me were being disassembled and redefined so they could be reassembled at David’s. I had no idea when that would happen, but I had a …
It came as a shock to me the evening my laptop swore my printer was a stranger and refused to communicate with it. “Don’t recognize…something’s changed…please unplug that cable.” “But you’ve been together since…since forever,” I argued. “How can you claim you no longer identify with him/her/it?” I undid the …
“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, …
