With murderous intent, I write… Author of thrilling suspense. Stretching fingers, cracking knuckles, let’s do this!
Why? I began a competition with myself in January 2022 when I was bored and driving. Typically, I use this time to catch up on calls, but no one was available. As a Realtor in the Nashville area, you can imagine the miles I put on my car, Mr. Zippy. I drive a 2015 Chevy... Continue Reading →
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.
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.
Looking forward to fall in the south is like the arrival of spring after a long, dreary winter. Lower temperatures and falling leaves bring thoughts of bonfires, sipping a warm toddy with friends while scalding hotdogs over the open flames, watching the dancing sparks fly like snowflakes toward the stars. It's a rebirth of sorts;... Continue Reading →
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.
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 →
It's about sharing the pie and not just making sure you get your piece.
My journey is like a sailboat and the winds are southern in nature. They blow hard and strong through the hurricane season only to quiet and ultimately still for periods longer than I am willing to admit.
Unique bookstores with a vision of the future are popping up everywhere.
Persistence shall be my savior and again, I will step in front of strangers wishing for Xanax as I help them find their muse.