Sitting on my deck this morning, I couldn’t help but admire the persistence of one certain spider. He’s been hanging around most of the summer. I know that because I’ve run into his (her) webs more than once.

spider web

We’ve done out best to leave the webs alone because they’re all part of the natural scheme of things. Once in awhile, we accidentally run into one or have to remove it because it’s blocking the stairs to the bottom deck. We always sense guilt and remorse when that happens.

I mean, really, just look at the workmanship, or spidership, in this case! It wasn’t there yesterday and it might not be there tomorrow.

If not, I’m certain he or she will start, again, on one just as beautiful and functional.

We can all take a lesson from the persistent spider. Get knocked down? Your hard work is criticized? Your views are ridiculed?

Start another web of creativity.

The Lawman’s Apache Moon – Blog Tour



“No more detours!” That was the promise Angelina Lord made to herself when she accepted a ride from a wedding in Texas, with the best man to her destination in Santa Fe, New Mexico. What could possibly go wrong?

Angelina is focused on one thing–opening a fashion boutique in Santa Fe. What she really doesn’t need is one full-of-himself lawman with his aggravating air of superiority and soul-searing eyes…not to mention heart-stopping kisses…coming to her rescue. If she lets him get too close to the truth, he could bring down the wall she erected around her well-ordered life and her heart.

United States Marshal Jace Blackhawke holds family and traditions as the center of his life. He isn’t part of Angie’s world and she certainly isn’t part of his. Will their differences prove to be too insurmountable in the face of the truth that will not stay silent?

Excerpt: Continue reading “The Lawman’s Apache Moon – Blog Tour”

Reinventing Yourself After 50

After years  working in the banking industry, (translation: teller), private schools (translation: executive assistant), the travel industry (translation: failed travel agent) I found myself living in Fort Myers, Florida, wondering what the heck to do, now.

You’re probably thinking, “Go to the beach! Swim! Shop at one of the kazillion outlet malls! Enjoy the freedom of getting up every day with nothing on the agenda!”

Yeah, that worked for about a month, then I got bored. More than bored. I got stale and uninteresting. My mind began to deteriorate. I couldn’t stand me, so how could anyone else? beaches, boats and hurricanes

This isn’t to cast dispersions on those retirees who love every moment knowing they only have to do what they WANT to do. I envy them, in a way.

It just wasn’t for me. When we lived in New Jersey, before “retiring” to Florida, I’d begun a new career; writing children’s stories. The Harry Potter books had inspired me to give it a shot. Who’s to say I couldn’t be the next J.K. Rowling? Other than millions of readers… Continue reading “Reinventing Yourself After 50”

Molly In Maine

Molly watching Dad and Ev leave Maine 1997

Our adopted “daughter” Molly – in Maine watching Dad leave shore without her!

She adopted us in 1995 when she was about 3, at least that’s the age we were given by the Miami Animal Shelter. Her first “mom” had died and a neighbor brought Molly into the shelter because there were no relatives to take her. Lucky us.

We lived in Fort Myers, at the time, and were considering getting a dog because my husband traveled during the week and he knew I was getting a little lonely. Since we lived in a small patio home in a community with weight restrictions, we knew we wanted a small dog; preferably housebroken. Continue reading “Molly In Maine”

July 16 – A memorable day

July 16 has good and bad memories for me, and probably for all of us.

The good is that my mother-in-law, Irene Sutton Cunningham Laughlin, was born on this date. The bad is that she died in 1990, just six short years after I married her son. She lived in California and we lived in the Midwest, and then in Louisiana at the time of her death. Two trips to Pasadena weren’t nearly enough for me to get to know the woman who left North Judson, IndianaIrene pic when she was still a teenager, to make her mark in Hollywood.

Her claim to fame was a few “extra” roles in Shirley Temple movies, and an ill-advised marriage to a vaudeville performer named Tink. She would never really talk about those years, much to our regret, because now she’s gone and there’s no one around to fill in the gaps. Continue reading “July 16 – A memorable day”

The Reluctant Debutante, by Wendy May Andrews

The Reluctant Debutante, by Wendy May AndrewsThe Reluctant Debutante, by Wendy May Andrews


The Duke of Wychwood seeks retribution from the Earl of Pickering. When he finds out the earl has a beautiful young niece, the duke thinks to involve her in his feud, but is shocked to discover he is attracted to her.

The orphaned niece of the earl, Lady Victoria, serves as governess to four of his children and is made to feel like an interloper in her own home. A chance encounter with the duke affords her the opportunity to enter Society, but to take it means risking what little security she has.

Revenge and love don’t sit well together, to have a future can they learn to give up the past?

Continue reading “The Reluctant Debutante, by Wendy May Andrews”

Book Title Contest!

Publisher, editor, and I are having a knock-down-drag-out fight about the title of the first Andi Anna Jones Mystery that takes place, partly, in Cancun.

No, we’re not really fighting. We’re just in a quandary and are looking for some feedback. Make a comment and I’ll enter your name into a drawing for a free Ebook (when it’s published)

“Andi’s step-mother is a real piece of work!
But is Ruby a murderer?”Margarita

Here are the options:

1. Margaritas, Mayhem, & Murder
2. Mayhem, Margaritas, & Murder
3. Murder, Mayhem, & Margaritas
4. Mayhem, Murder, & Margaritas
5. Murder, Margaritas, & Mayhem

Contest ends 7-9-17

Make a comment, below, to enter!

My Grandmother’s Hands

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Sitting at the computer early one morning, contemplating the challenges of aging gracefully, I glanced down and recoiled in horror! My grandmother’s hands rested on the keyboard. Attached to my wrists! Yep…there they were–wrinkled and age-spotted, with the same osteoarthritis-gnarled knuckles that to me, as a child, had looked so fascinating. They didn’t look so darn fascinating now! Keep on Reading!

The Writing Life

I’d written all my life, but until the ripe old age of fifty, had never ventured beyond family memoirs and very bad poetry. Then five crazy broads got together and formed WOOF: Women Only Over Fifty. All of us had reached that magic milestone, or were about to, and weren’t all that thrilled with the ramifications. Hormones, hot flashes, hair loss, and weight gain were just a few of the complaints.

We decided we could either continue to bitch or become proactive bitches and write a book that not only made light of our fate, but honor our love of dogs, too. We embarked on the WOOF adventure including contributions, Hormones and Harmonies, Are We Barking Up The Wrong Tree, The Hair Of the Dog, and Old Dog/New Tricks. Continue reading “The Writing Life”