How I learned to stop fearing fruit and eat pie

How I learned to stop fearing fruit and eat pie

Ever felt you had an entrenched habit that couldn’t be broken? I recommend the pie test: I hate cooked fruit. There. I said it. Fruit compote (aka fruit compost), fruit soup, and pies. Especially apple pies. And peach and pear and any other fruit you put in a...
Me, Margaritas and burning feet

Me, Margaritas and burning feet

I love Margaritas. Alas, they don\’t love me.WordRidden / Foter / CC BYI have a confession to make. Nay, make that two confessions: 1. I love Margaritas 2. I am the world’s cheapest drunk. I have no idea what got in to me today, but we decided this...
Finally meeting a fellow author… in person!

Finally meeting a fellow author… in person!

As you know, I’ve waxed lyrical, poetical and every other “al” you can think of about the Women’s Fiction Writers Association, and I can’t wait for our retreat in New Mexico at the end of September. But one of the greatest things about...