10 Things I’m Utterly Grateful For

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So it’s that lovely time of year again when Americans get to officially be thankful. If you’re celebrating Thanksgiving this week, from me & mine to you & yours: Have a safe & happy Thanksgiving! In the spirit of showing gratitude, here are just a few of the things I’m grateful for this year:   […]

It’s My Second Blogoversary!

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  Wow. Two years. Ridiculous how fast time goes by. Truly, I’m shocked writing this because it doesn’t feel like that much time at all. This is just a quick note to let you know that the vast majority (99.9%) of you are: amazing gifted & crazy talented supportive nurturing & encouraging stellar human beings […]

Why I Wrote My Novel, Small As A Mustard Seed

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I am somewhat obsessed with war. My grandfather fought for the Germans on the Russian front during World War II. My grandmother, in the middle of 1940s Germany, held their little family together by herself for more than six years. My dad had the formative years of his childhood in a war-torn environment and was […]

My Favorite Writing Advice ~ Trust The Story

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Favorite writing advice: “Trust the story.” Who said it: Patricia Ann McNair, creative writing professor Why: The story knows what it wants to be. You just need to get out of the way ~ with your thoughts on what it should be or what you want it to be, trying to make it sound a certain […]

The Preeminent Emotional Reading Experience

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This lovely 5-star review of my novel, SMALL AS A MUSTARD SEED, comes from Tom Clementson over at the Kindle Book Review. Tom’s an American military guy, currently stationed in Afghanistan. We met on Twitter (find Tom: @TCAbn) & I mentioned my book, that the story, among other things, dealt with a Korean War veteran. He […]

A Novel Excerpt: Small as a Mustard Seed

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November 1965 “I ain’t afraid this time.  I ain’t some kid don’t know shit from Shinola,” my father hollered as he stood in the driveway. In the curve of his chest, pressed tight against the denim of his overalls, he clutched a black revolver.  The other hand combed through the short dark hairs of his […]