New: Trailer for A Leap of Faith!


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When I finished the last chapter of my novel, I thought the hard work was behind me. 

I had no idea.

When a debut author signs a publishing contract, she agrees to direct the marketing of her work. A person who’s more comfortable sitting alone in a dark room, tapping out tales by the dim light of a computer screen, must transform herself into an expert self-promoter.

She’s advised to develop a website, a blog presence, a Facebook author page, a Twitter account, an Amazon author page, a platform on Goodreads…and that’s just for starters. For a technologically stunted hermit like me, the prospect of launching so many social media sites was enough to make me consider calling the whole thing off.

Enter Christine Hyde.

She’s been my friend for many years, supporting me and cheering me on whenever I needed bolstering. She took my hand and led me through the challenges of initiating each platform, setting up the accounts and pages so all I needed to do was step onstage. While much more technologically savvy than I am,  she still had to spend hours of her busy life teaching herself the ins and outs of a less familiar system.

That was never more true than when she developed this trailer. She pored through free music samples, careful not to break any copyright laws. For days she searched for just the right shots to capture Sophia looking sweet and sexy. (“If I die right now,” she texted me one morning, “you’d better explain to people  why my search history is full of boobs, butts, lingerie, and sexy lady back.”)

Please enjoy this trailer of A Leap of Faith, produced by the talented Christine Hyde.




Blogging Around

I’m visiting several blogs this week to celebrate the release tomorrow of A Leap of Faith. 

It gets lonely without friends there. Please  stop by and say hello!

Today, I’m at Charlotte Copper’s blog  Read an excerpt from Jackson’s  POV as he watches Sophia on the runway modeling lingerie

Wednesday, June  8: Release day! I’ll pop in to visit Rebecca Grace’s blog and I’ll talk about what I like most about my H/Hs, Sophia and  Jackson:

Thursday, June  9

I’ll talk with Karen Blake Hall about my favorite writers, and what I’m reading now:

And over at Sharon Buchbinder’s blog, you can read an excerpt from Sophia’s POV: that moment when you realize you’re kissing the wrong man

Friday, June 10

I close out the week with MS Spencer at with a long excerpt as Sophia fights her feelings for the minister

In case you missed them, here are some other blog visits from May and June:  — includes  a recipe for Lemon Tart and a writing prompt about llamas!


A Leap of Faith release date announced!


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ALeapofFaith_9948_750 (2)I’m thrilled to announce the release date of my debut novel with The Wild Rose Press, A Leap of Faith, on June 8!

Two years ago, I reconnected with an old college friend. After years of unsatisfying employment, she’d followed her dreams and was now making her living creating and teaching ceramics. Twenty years into motherhood and teaching, I was inspired by her success to follow a new fork in the road myself.

I decided to write a love story for a friend who richly deserved a happy ending. A Leap of Faith is her story, highly fictionalized but with the same loving person at the center of the drama.

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The Possibilities are Endless


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Beautiful sky

A few years ago, I heard an interview of a man jailed for political activism. When questioned about how he survived years of imprisonment, he responded, “When I walked in the prison yard, I looked up at the clouds. I was still free to see the sky, free to breathe the air. I was never a prisoner, because no one can imprison your mind. I just had to change my perspective.”

These were life-altering words for me, a message that radically altered my understanding of self-imposed limitations. If a man walks a prison courtyard path trod into a rut by thousands of inmates before him, and can still lift his head and recognize that his spirit is free, surely I could find ways to untangle myself from old habits and assumptions that limit my own life experiences. Continue reading

Childhood’s End


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Silhouette of two young boys playing cowboys with a cap gun and rubberband gun.

I was standing outside of Helen’s car in the library parking lot, updating her on her son Anthony’s reading progress after one of our tutoring sessions. Helen grabbed Anthony’s arm suddenly and he froze, shifting guilty eyes from his mother’s angry face.

“I told you, never shoot at people!”

At my quizzical look, Helen explained. From the corner of her eye she’d caught him cocking his hand like a gun and training it across the windshield, narrowing one eye and holding on to his elbow like snipers do in movies. Continue reading

Warning: Brain Charge Has Reached Critical Level



Out of Order

More memory scares this week. Do they increase when I observe and document them?

Groping for the right word when I’m talking to someone: it happens to me all the time. Snapping my fingers or shaking my head hard usually dislodges the word. This isn’t a new phenomenon for me. I’m an absentminded person who digresses in conversation constantly. Like Holden Caulfield, I’m more interested in conversational tangents that lead to unexpected and unguarded moments. My brain skips ahead of my tongue. Mostly, I don’t worry about it.

When my memory lapses during writing, though, I get a little scared.

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Fight the Good Fight


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Sitting in a hot dog shop with my best friend at the age of fifteen, we made a pledge to move in with each other when we were old and our husbands were dead (age sixty, we figured) and eat as much as we wanted, all of the time, until we died happy.

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Another One Bites the Dust


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Kayla and Matt were the friendliest couple I’ve ever met.

Not just to other people, but to each other. They were in their early 30’s, with two small kids and a home business. They laughed at each others’ jokes, finished each others’ sentences, ate off of each others’ plates.

A little sickening, right? Especially for those of us married for years to husbands who migrate to their gender cluster at every social gathering.

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If It’s the Last Thing I Do


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A few years ago, I came up against a stark reality: as the child of a father with early onset Alzheimer’s Disease, I have a 50% chance of dying from the same disease.

Not that dying is the worst part. Surely the slow erosion of memory, personality, and motor skills starting around the age of 50 makes living with Alzheimer’s the worst part of the nightmare.

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