With murderous intent, I write… Author of thrilling suspense. Stretching fingers, cracking knuckles, let’s do this!
Somewhere east of Nashville, TN Driving along a sparse country road in my town a few years ago, I noticed a bad-ass Dodge Charger, black with darker than legal windows stopped in the middle of the road. It rumbles, fast and mean. As I approach, it backs up, going the wrong way in the opposite lane.... Continue Reading →
I am an author disguised as a realtor while hiding behind a desk as an office coordinator for a high-end landscape company. If I am not a cliche, I don't know what is-
I will make the world my bitch and call her Lucille.
Today I am background noise in the periphery of their day.
I just submitted an entry to an impromptu contest held by one of three dream agents. I just did it; she put out requirements, five words plus an extra credit and I wrote it no more than one-hundred words. Had a blossoming idea and called my sister who worked in a customer service call center.... Continue Reading →
He doesn't know that I am his child is tragic. I am unable to offer comfort because I am a stranger. He doesn't want me to poke him with needles anymore. I promise him that I won't.
WE ARE THE BRAND. YOU…YES YOU ARE THE BRAND.
I don't know about you, but I am so sick of the political bickering back and forth that I just want to watch Shrek, Bambi or the Princess Bride.
The door opens and a twenty-something male exits the vehicle in a wife beater t-shirt, bulked up and tattooed. I think to myself, this could be bad.
Humility and patience will be your greatest allies.
We are born storytellers, sometimes we just don't realize we are our own hero.