Wisdom from Charlottes’s Web

Two things I think about often are friendship and writing. For me, they are both important and an integral part of each day.

Since moving 1000 miles from an incredible group of friends, I’ve been working on nurturing long-distance and new friendships and writing fiction; for me they have become intertwined. I’m grateful for friends who support my writing, for friends who keep in touch by writing in various forms and for the joy I discover through writing.

As a fiction writer, I’ve created characters that are like friends. No, I’m not crazy. What I mean is they are fully formed people who come to mind in different situations I encounter. This is part of my creative process and it’s comforting, just like a good friend.

Revising: reading with new eyes

  I’ve been waiting to revise until I can truly look at my book as a reader and not a writer. The process of going back and forth between being a writer and being a reader is important work and challenging. My beta readers have been valuable in the writing process and there have been revisions along the way already. This is a big step; taking from the beginning.

I read 2 quotes that resonate with me. Neil Gaiman said “… when you’re ready, pick it up and read it as if you’ve never read it before. If there are things you aren’t satisfied with as a reader, go in and fix them as a writer.”

The other, by Don Roff, which is the inspiration for the picture, “When you print out your manuscript and read it, marking up with a pen, it sometimes feels like a criminal returning to the scene of the crime.”

  • My manuscript is printed.
  • My eyes are ready.
  • My color-coded pens are lined up.

Wish me luck!

Small World Moment

“I miss my friends!”                            Yesterday I stopped by a store on Pearl Street that reminded me of a store from my days living in Glencoe. I asked the woman helping me if they were a franchise because I remembered a store “Shoefly” with the same logo. She said, “No, that was us!  We moved here ten years ago.” Small World! Then I was talking with her husband and mentioned our North Shore/Chicago connection. His first words when talking about leaving Chicago: “I miss my friends.” YES! Which are the same words I’ve said so many times whenever anyone asks me what I miss about moving. And a few restaurants, We agreed we miss those too.

In honor of Earth Day

 Earth Day and what it represents has always been important to me. My love of flora and fauna goes back to my earliest memories. I have both learned and taught about the interdependent web of life on our planet.

Living in the Rocky Mountains has allowed me an even better vantage for admiring the beauty of Mother Earth, the moon, stars and other planets in our solar system. I’m able to see more stars than ever before. I’ve watched Jupiter, Mercury, Venus and Mars dance above the mountain peaks. And now, I have a new word with which to describe the amazing feeling of my new experiences.

Never Give Up

    As a lifelong Cubs fan, I’ve learned many important lessons. I’ve learned patience (Wait until next year!) I’ve learned sometimes rain is just what you need (Game 7 World Series.) I’ve learned miracles do happen (2016 season!) I’ve learned to enjoy the gentle rhythm of baseball and how to relax. I’ve learned that there are no bad days at Wrigley Field. And yesterday I was reminded of another phrase I have lived by: Never give up! Thank Addison Russell for the home run and the lesson! ⚾️🐻💙😎

Clouds – “Both Sides Now”

Someone close to me once said I am easily entertained. I’m not sure if it was a compliment but I took it as one. I’m truly never bored and am always looking for beauty or inspiration wherever I go. My imagination is strong; probably the reason I enjoy being with children and writing fiction.                                                                   Last week I posted these 4 pictures of clouds on Facebook asking friends to weigh in on what they saw. I was not disappointed by the quantity or quality of responses. Most friends agreed that the top left was a seahorse and bottom left was some type of bird – penguin, chick, rooster, hummingbird, etc. The other 2 had a wider variety of ideas including many people thinking the top right was their dog or a mother kissing a child. The sweetness of ideas made me happy that so many others who didn’t see these clouds in person were able to enjoy the game of imagining what they were.  Thanks to all who stopped to use their imaginations and share their ideas. 

Butterflies: a sign of spring

Today’s sign of spring were butterflies everywhere. They have inspired writers​ for centuries.

​ One of my favorites is:                                 “The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has enough time.” – by Rabindranath Tagore

The magic of reading


“You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.”

I’m always happy to read something that opens my world to knowing people I wouldn’t necessarily meet in my own life. Yet I am also equally enchanted by characters who remind me of people I know well. Either way, it’s enriching.

The email I received last week from a publisher that said, I love your manuscript. I’m the mother of two and as soon as I started reading it, I could picture myself reading this to my children.”  This is deeply gratifying and also makes me want to create a series of books about Aliana and her family.

Missing Riley

“The price we pay for love”

IMG_0003                                                 Today marks the one year anniversary of losing my sweet Riley.

If you have ever been greeted with a tail wagging so hard, you feel like you should harness the energy as a renewable resource.

If you have had the affection and cuddles that only a canine can provide, you understand.                                                                                                                                             If you have ever talked to your dog and answered back for him, you understand.

If you still look for him when you wake up, or think you hear him even though you know he is gone, you understand.

If you’ve ever been lucky  enough to know what unconditional love feels like, you understand.





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