With murderous intent, I write… Author of thrilling suspense. Stretching fingers, cracking knuckles, let’s do this!
Fear of the unknown, is it warranted? Executives say yes. The Terminator's Skynet and 2001: A Space Odyssey HAL 9000 put our fears on the movie screen, showing that technological advancement may be our demise. Did you know that "Good Morning Dave" wasn't part of the Script for A Space Odyssey? It was made famous... Continue Reading →
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 →
It's more than chasing the negative monsters from enveloping our soul, but to find the muse, the courage, the confidence to reach for the impossible when thoughts of I'm not good enough are overwhelming.
For about thirty minutes, I felt fine and watched part of the Netflix show Manifest until the first rumbling of intestinal unease hit. My husband laughed. I had enough time to hit pause and make it to the porcelin bowl that would be my safe harbor for the next few hours.
Fires continue to burn the west, hurricanes along the coast with rip tides colliding with vacations. It's raining again in Nashville, TN, like tears draining my self-confidence in each puddle.
Music City Honky-Tonks I recently had the pleasure of showing my family (and new friends) from Buffalo, NY, a night of Honkey-Tonkin in Music City. It was a week-long girl's get-a-way and I joined them for a music-filled, Thursday night walking the city streets of Nashville. We first drove down by Second Avenue to see... Continue Reading →
I'm an oxymoron. I'm a positive person finding the silver lining in every situation; but in my imagination, I see murder in the subtitles.
My heart breaks for the lost lives of that day, our first responders who gave the ultimate sacrifice, and the families left behind. You are not forgotten.
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.
Persistence shall be my savior and again, I will step in front of strangers wishing for Xanax as I help them find their muse.