San Fran

April 4, 2017

I love placing a character in a space I’ve visited. To visualize them sitting in a chair I admired for it’s fabric or smile at the scent of orange blossoms tickling their nose – they start to breathe on the page and become authentic. Routines and rituals pass time, people run in circles and characters are imagined, but life comes alive in the details.

So while my favorite editor is running her red pen over my latest manuscript’s 60,000 words, I’m jetting to San Francisco to check that the yellow fabric on the chair mentioned in chapter 32 is just right.


1000 Words

March 2, 2017


One look is worth a thousand words. Perhaps not, but I’ll leave you to decide for yourself. Announcing my official Instagram author page.



February 7, 2017


“Writing and reading is to me synonymous with existing.” 

Several years ago rambling through Paris, I found myself at 27 rue de Fleurus enroute to Luxembourg Gardens. It was one of those summer days where the weather was too hot to cover any mileage and I was thankful for the shade and respite the storied building provided.

Last Saturday, I hosted a group of women inspired by literature, reading and how the written word defines perspective. We discussed Colson Whitehead’s Underground Railroad & marveled at the protagonist’s unwavering courage. Asking ourselves over and over, Could we ever be that strong?

Upon leaving, one of my guests named our evening the Book Salon. I smiled, recalling my afternoon in Paris, and the legendary Gertrude Stein.


January 4, 2017

While the New York Times drags me away from my reading, it’s a habit I cannot give up. I’m not addicted to the day-old news, but rather to the layers of crispy grey underneath where one can discover a travel section completely dedicated to bookstores, a Sunday magazine featuring nothing other than literature, or a novel review splashed across the front page of the Arts. For me, I revisit being a girl in my favorite candy shop every evening with a cup of hot tea.

Pedaling against the brisk tailwind of December’s decadence and folly, this is the month of resolutions. I’m not one for life-altering pledges at the toll of a midnight bell, but this year I took a long look at my schedule and determined if I’m going to write the ending to my current manuscript, I need to free up minutes.

So my coveted New York Times is staying, as are the armloads of fantastic books I’ve gathered from several indie bookstores highlighted in the December 11th edition – but, productivity’s sinister rival, social media, is leaving. Honestly, I’m not at all sad to see it go. I feel liberated already and it’s only the first week of January. Happy New Year!



November 18, 2016


For some, Thanksgiving is about the turkey, family or an NFL game, but for me, it’s something altogether more sentimental.

Christmas is a season, is it not? Depending on where you live the carols have been playing for months and the air may be laced with an arctic chill. I’m not sure if it’s the black Friday frenzy or the post-meal coma that solidifies Thanksgiving night as the official calm before the holiday storm. I behold the last moments of serenity, which departs hours later until January, snuggled up with my family watching the Griswold’s annual debauchery. Dare I admit, we’ve all lived it in one form or another. You can concede, I won’t tell. So sit back, be thankful and enjoy. You can worry about decorating the Christmas tree in the morning.

“Dad that thing will never fit in our yard.” 

“It’s not going in our yard Russ, it’s going in our living room.”



October 18, 2016



Horror is not my favorite genre. I attribute this to my already over-active imagination. I hear footsteps outside my window and double take strangers in shadow.  Every October as lacy trees dance in silhouette against the large & low harvest moon, mischief calls me to the dark recesses of my bookshelf. I dust off a title outside of my comfort zone and feel my inner spirit howl.

Here are a few of my favorite creepy reads. One I read in a hotel room for full-sensory immersion, another after visiting the History of Medicine Museum in Paris, Boris & Bella is my children’s favorite, and the rest have found their way to me over the years.

Enjoy & happy haunting.



September 7, 2016

It’s the angle of the sun I always notice first. When I was a child, it was the maples and the fire that would color their tips in the weeks following Labor Day. Summer still warmed the afternoons, but the cool of the evening haunted the morning air. We lingered on threshold of change walking to the first day of school, dreaming of all things apple & pumpkin. It was a time to file away the memories of lazy, explorative days and return to work.

Today, it’s pulling out the nearly complete manuscript I shelved last May and giving a voice to the story waiting patiently to be told.

Novel: We Once Had Wings


August 18, 2016

Summer brought me to southern Ireland walking through the scenes of We Once Had Wings. My splattered shoes slick from a mixture of rainwater, mud and sheep manure. Surrounded in a green, so intense and abundant, it descends straight from the clouds dripping over every rock and tree. The mist-laced wind tickles the wispy hairs on the back of your neck and you forget what it feels like to be home.

Parts of the south are so rural and rugged; electricity is new within the last few decades. In my mind’s eye, I saw Sean Keegan’s father’s thatched cottage. The woodsy smell of peat turf smoldering in the hearth and the drying wool like a whisper under my nose.

“…he dug out his First Communion rosary and nailed it to his cottage’s mud wall. Then he barred the door and walked outside to bargain with the Devil, whose breath rolled in on the fog each morning…”


Summer Reading

June 1, 2016


What’s on your list? Every June I fill my bookshelf with an arsenal of material to pass the lazy summer days. This is my 2016 line-up. It starts with my current read, adds in a few new releases, a beloved classic to be reread {yet again}, and finally, one for the bucket list. Welcome summer.

Novel: We Once Had Wings

To Honor

May 24, 2016

Monday, May 30th remembers all who have died serving in the American Armed Forces. Originally known as Decoration Day, the holiday began after the Civil War to honor and decorate the graves of Union & Confederate soldiers. It didn’t gain a strong following until after WWII and wasn’t renamed Memorial Day until 1967.

We Once Had Wings opens in 1947, two years after the end of the Second World War.  Jimmy came back for our main character Joy,  but many he had served with did not recross the Atlantic. Their memory would forever haunt him.

“The war’s ended and the men have marched home. How unaware we were, waiting in our Sunday dresses, that they’d forever be soldiers, no longer the smiling boys with combed waves and rolled jeans we’d known. Something now preyed upon them in the darkness; they bounced their legs, waiting to run.

The shrill voices of their blood-splattered officers haunted them. “Men! Serve your country, get a job, get married . . . get laid!”

Our GI Joes yelled, “Yes, sir!” and threw themselves at their first loves, the first girls they saw, or whoever first fell against the pinup girl tattooed on their sinewy arms.”