07/06/2017

The fabulous Tex Thompson released her third book in “The Children of the Drought” series last December, and she pulled together several Dallas area authors, including me, to be a part of her book signing/launch party. I was very excited and couldn’t wait. After all, Tex once told me she would go gay for my latest novel. How could I say no to that? The book signing was scheduled for three weeks after my back surgery. No big deal. I would be fine by then. Just a laminectomy with a discectomy

01/22/2017

Scanning the white-tiled kitchen floors, the Formica countertops, and peering through the kitchen at the wood flooring in the living room, I could see that my husband hired maids in my absence. The house looked great, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Sadness, resentment… I should’ve felt grateful, but I didn’t. He held my arm as we walked into the living room. Degas prints covered the walls. During another time in my life, I selected each one, and arranged and rearranged the art until

01/17/2017

In the dark, Lilly reached above her mattress to find her shoes. Carefully, so as not to make a sound, she sat up with the sheet wrapped around her, and slipped the shoes on and tied the laces. To her left, someone rustled on a mattress. Perhaps her mother or another child. Lilly wasn’t sure, so she lay back and stayed silent, unmoving and counted the seconds. Three hundred seconds. It didn’t seem to be long enough since she last heard movement, but how long should she wait in the dark