Tell her happy mother’s day…
Dread forms a lump in my throat. Slowly I bring the phone to my ear and punch in the numbers from the note pad in front of me. Thoughts swirl in my head, but words…the right words…escape me. What do … Continue reading
Dread forms a lump in my throat. Slowly I bring the phone to my ear and punch in the numbers from the note pad in front of me. Thoughts swirl in my head, but words…the right words…escape me. What do … Continue reading
Much like the characters in my romantic suspense novels, Reba isn’t perfect. She’s five years old, a small, white mutt, and I swear her legs are made of springs. This little girl can jump! I met her four and a … Continue reading
She was six weeks old, a tiny, coal black ball of fur with piercing black flecks for eyes and a white tip on one hind foot. All of a pound and a half, she was a mixed breed, the … Continue reading
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring… That wasn’t exactly true. Emma searched out Tulip where the small black and tan Cavalier King Charles spaniel cuddled with Mister the cat on the … Continue reading