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Inspiration from the Strangest Places

Sometimes your friends know you're obsessed with the 40s era and send you links to fashion catalogs that suit that era... and then you're suddenly in love with the clothing, photos and more... Each of these photos screams out a story to me - What about you?  ...

Book Review: The Wedding Dress

Description: Charlotte Malone is getting married. Yet all is not settled in the heart of Birmingham's chic bridal boutique owner. Charlotte can dress any bride to perfection-except herself. When she discovers a vintage mint-condition wedding gown in a battered old...

How Writer’s Conferences are like Beauty Pageants

Don't hate me because it's true. Settle down. Read on. You'll see why writing conferences... (and most conferences in general) are like beauty pageants. To lend a little credence to this post, I'll add that I've participated in two pageants and watched many, many...

Rodeo season never ends

I don't want it to end—the sights, the smells, the feel of dirt in the air. Luckily, these photographs only serve as inspiration behind each novel idea or character. What comes to mind when you see these two photos? I just love that grey horse—and he could really fly...

Guest Post: The Rider on the White Horse

My older sister and her friends would watch through the screened door onto the backyard roaring in laughter as I ran my course, my homemade yarn tail flowing in the wind as I sailed over the jumps. As an 8 year old I managed to get my hands on a VHS tape of a...

Book Review: Unending Devotion

Description: Lily Young longs to find her lost sister or will die trying. Heedless of any danger, she searches logging camps and towns, posing as a photographer’s assistant. And then she arrives in Harrison, Michigan–and the sights of Connell McCormick. Connell is...

Guest Post: Lessons Learned from Red Eagle

His name was Red Eagle. I remember looking at him in askance at first. I was eight years old and this was to be my first real horseback riding lesson. In my horse daydreams, I’d imagined a magnificent white horse to carry me across fields and over fences. Never did I...