It’s summer time. And that means I’m going to be just a little bit quiet for the next eight weeks. It’s time to finish this next novel that’s dragged on like a bad cold for the past two years. The book tour in the fall and then on the road again in the first of the year- the joy of this paperback release were amazing ...
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There’s a butterfly scar on my left knee that I refer to as my war injury. It’s the legacy of a spectacular crash into a metal telephone pole support, while riding what my sisters and I fondly called “The War Bike.” The War Bike had been my mother’s childhood transportation in the years following World ...
I always wanted one of those chatty, gabby mothers, the ones who set out the warm cookies and milk after school, eagerly hovering on both elbows to hear all about the day’s crushes, heartbreak and gossip. I coveted the moms who begged to do their daughters make-up, twisted tresses into French braids and got excited about the latest elephant ...
Most young children compete with their siblings for their parent’s affection. My sisters’ and my rivals, however, were my father’s plants. He adored lush ferns and bright colors, lipstick red summer geraniums and the bold purple of miniature lobelia. Our lawn was golf-course green and weed-free (you can read more on how you can easily achieve this). ...
Guest Blog by my sister, Nancy McLoughlin The Hawaiian island of Kauai has a wild native weed that grows on its shores. Its roots dig 30 feet into the lava soil, intertwining with those of their neighbors to form an unbreakable net, anchoring this groundcover to the earth. It is hard to tell where one plant begins and the other ends. Without ...