Fifteen years ago, while serving as a Staff Sergeant in the Ohio Air National Guard, I volunteered to help with the assembly and operation of the Vietnam Memorial Moving Wall in Zanesville, Ohio. On that weekend, I didn’t expect to come away with one of the most memorable experiences of my military career.

     Although the wall was only supposed to take a few hours to put together, due to the uneven ter...

What can I say? I'm a child of the 70's and 80's. Does anyone notice a recurring theme?

Darkness on The Edge of Town -

The River -

Time For Me To Fly -

Amarillo By Morning -

Learning To Fly -

Jersey Girl -

Danger Zone -

Long Way To The Top -

I am I Said -

Weekend in New England -

(Videos are not the official videos, but what best represents the song)

If you’d asked me four years ago if I ever wanted to write a contemporary romance, I would have politely said, ‘never’. My first love is Regency romance. Up until three years ago, I couldn’t imagine, for a minute, writing about cell phones and high speed internet. I wanted to write about Spencer jackets and men in cravats. I wanted Alpha males in Hussein boots and feisty woman with more to offer than her hand in marriage.

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Writing can be an obsession. There are times when you sit down and things start flowing like a busted water pipe (I’ll leave that for another blog). There are also times when you sit down, stare at the computer screen like a frozen zombie. Through those times, busted water pipe or not, you are still a writer.

Then, there is a moment, after you’ve spent hours, days, weeks, months, years, typing or drooling on your laptop wh...

Last night, my family sat down to a game of Sorry. It seemed like my husband drew every crushing card, sending me back to Start before I'd even stepped a few paces out of the circle. Fifteen minutes in, he already had two pieces Home. I weathered the storm of defeat and then decided to check my email to see if I had any responses from the numerous queries I'd sent out during the week. Well, I did.

Needless to say, the agen...