Baby, It’s Cold Outside.

It seemed everyone was trudging through winter these days, keeping an eye on the thermostat, watching for signs of spring. The other day, pulling a living room curtain to the side, I looked for signs of spring beyond my window while curled up with a good book, a cup of English Breakfast, and wool blanket from Peru. Funny, I noticed a surprising number of birds that weren't there the day prior had suddenly appeared in my yard.

What Do You Love?

I love James River Writers. I serve on the board of directors of this 450-member community-based non-profit in my hometown of Richmond, Virginia. We serve as central Virginia’s literary hub and we welcome everyone who loves the written word. Would you like to learn more about our organization? Take a peek at some of our programs.

I Often Feel I’m An Odd Bird.

Like many writers, I write from home, so my workday often passes without human interaction. My dogs are always at my feet, but despite being English Labradors, neither of them speak the language. I'm not lonely, quite the contrary. As a wife and mother of four, I'm grateful for the solitude, but I also seek meaningful interaction with my writing tribe. My flock.