Paris, Je t'aime! Now and Always

I tear up each time someone mentions Paris or I see the colors of the French flag displayed on a Seattle high-rise or a neighbor’s front porch. I want to pay my own tribute and feel that I don’t know how. I open my journal from a month ago and realize I didn’t feel like I knew how to pay tribute to the City of Light even before the recent tragedy.

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Writing (for me) is like breathing. What's your breath?

Writing, for me, is like breathing. I need to write. I want to write. And some days the words (like breath) won’t come.

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I used to blog a lot and then...

How is it that by becoming a writer, I’ve quit writing in the way I loved so much?

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What I Don't Know

Near the end of our panel presentation, an audience member posed this question to the group: As an author, what do you wish you’d known sooner? I froze. Nothing. Nada. Zip… [as Daisy would say]. I shook my head and sat back to listen to my wise colleagues’ answers. Then something stirred inside me and I reached for the microphone.

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Aftermath: Birthing A Book and a Child ~ Simultaneously

People keep asking me what I'm up to now that Blue: a novel’s book launch is "over/done/finished." Guess what? It's just beginning! These past few weeks and months have been a whirlwind of activity and emotion. In addition to publishing Blue, my husband and I also launched our adult daughter into the world.

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