My parents have been married for nearly thirty years, and every year on Valentine’s Day, my dad gives my mom an epic Valentine.
Mary, as my muse, continued to bring me good luck in the world of writing. She is the ultimate in romantic inspiration, a striking redhead with style, sass, and a brilliant mind, and I look forward to writing her again. But she is not the only one of my friends to land on the pages of my books.
For the quintessential bookworm, fall is a time of cozy contemplation, of spicy, orange-colored teas and sweater tights and Oxford heels and lots and lots of books.
I haven’t been everywhere, far from it, but I have seen enough of the world to know how much more I need to visit, how many places demand exploration and immersion. Below are just a few of the trips I have yet to take.
My family has taught me how to fight for the right to create, how to make it the most important thing in your day and your life. They have shown me that there is no direct route and how to forge my own.
It’s the think, that they instilled in me, the idea that Christmas isn’t about toys or gifts – it never has been.
There are several reasons I love writing epilogues. Here are just a few.
If there was ever a truth I struggled with, it was this. Being busy doesn’t necessarily mean being productive.
I’ve definitely considered my options on more than one occasion, and there are a few places and times that call to me time and again--the Classical Greece, the Renaissance, and the Enlightenment Period.
I have been given a lot of advice. And while a great deal of it has been good (and, naturally, a great deal has been truly terrible as well,) nothing has yet come to claim the crown as these simple words from my grandfather.