When A New Book Project Glimmers

I don’t know how it happens for you – whether you’re like John Irving and know the last sentence to which you will write, or maybe you hear a character speaking in your mind, maybe it’s just something that gets you so fired up that you...

The Woman Who Haunts Our Home

Xander, our rooster, was crowing when I let Meander, our dog, out at 4:45am this morning.  I lay down on the coach to wait for Meander’s return from her pre-dawn jaunt, and I thought of the women who had walked these same boards before me.  Of Effie Tucker, the...