November was sunny, yet chilly. The unmistakable scent of Thanksgiving wafted through Aunt Vickie’s home. As soon as one walked through the door, the fresh scent of welcome and hospitality met you. A few things had changed over the years, and yet they held an air of unfamiliarity since this was the first Thanksgiving done ...

When life sets a problem in your lap, are you a half-full or half-empty type of person? My goal is to see the glass is half full and figure out how to fill the rest. Then it happens. An out-of-the-ordinary conflict sits before you. At every turn, rather than filling the glass, your efforts seem ...

I haven’t worked on my novels in about a year. My stories are a sensitive subject for me. Talent is subjective. Even though many people have praised my writing over the years, I have a hard time believing them. My motivation has been to write for people like me, or my loved ones.  Recently, a ...