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LATEST POSTS


  • IT WAS MEANT TO BE

    IT WAS MEANT TO BE

    We recently traveled to southern California to attend the wedding of my husband’s nephew. While at my mother-in-law’s funeral, we learned of the wedding in San Diego and decided we would make the trip. The decision to go turned out to be one of the best decisions we’ve made in recent years. There are times

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  • COME WHAT COME MAY

      Welcome to Summer – It’s almost here. The Memorial Day weekend always signaled to me the start of something fresh and new. No school, fun days at the beach, and sleeping late. In early summer, I would go out to our wild raspberry patch in the side yard and pick the best tasting fruit

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  • Reality Informs Fiction: Trails in the Sand

    Reality Informs Fiction: Trails in the Sand

    I’m a firm believer in the subject choosing the author. When that happens, it’s best to let the muse lead me to the keyboard and allow the words to find their way to the story. Trails in the Sand stands as my testament to the process.

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  • SPRING FLING INTO ROMANCE AND MORE

            To celebrate the season, I’m participating in a romantic spring fling book event. Scroll down to see all the great books offered April 8-12 for 99 cents or FREE. Also by clicking the link above, you can enter daily to win $100 worth of goodies. Enjoy! Warm Wishes, P.C. FREE April

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  • PTSD – IT’S A REAL AND PRESENT DANGER

    PTSD – IT’S A REAL AND PRESENT DANGER

    Two Parkland shooting survivors are no longer surviving. A father of a Sandy Hook victim took his life this past week as well. These are the very real and present dangers of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder that affect anyone who has suffered a trauma directly or peripherally. My first introduction to PTSD occurred back in

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  • WHAT’S IN A NUMBER?

    Birthdays mark the passage of time, and with each celebration of my friends, I wonder why do we bother with numbers? It seems to mean less and less. This weekend marked one such celebration when I realized I was surrounded by vital, thriving, funny, and loving women and men who were all hurtling toward seventy–some

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