Home Is Where the Table Is
One summer, eleven years ago now, I visited my husband’s extended family in Pennsylvania. I remember my husband’s younger cousins chasing me with a crawdad they’d found in their uncle’s pond. Little did they known I had grown up scouting
“Kissmass Yights!” & Gratitude
The receipt checker, as I exited Sam’s Club, muttered beneath her breath, “I might just kill someone today.” The woman directed this comment to me while nodding at the back of the man who’d cut in front of the line
The Outcast Now A Bestseller!
As you know from my post, The Truth Behind Book Signings, the author life is not always easy. This past week, however, something happened. I don't know if the social media galaxies aligned, or if all those midnight, let-me-pay-back-my-advance prayers went