The Roses of Prose

I read an online article about someone who hired a professional cuddler. Yeah, I said a professional cuddler . As a person who isn’t all th...

As a young woman, I stood before the mirror in my childhood bedroom, admiring my oh-so-cool leg warmers and putting the finishing touches o...

My Wild Rose Press book, Firefly Mountain , is on sale for $0.99. It's a good time to visit Vermont and see what happens when a sexy fir...

                I love Peter O’Toole. Handsome, debonair, gorgeous blue eyes, killer accent. Clark Gable is the epitome...

Think about how many times a day you say you “love” something.   “I love this song.”   “I love these cookies.” “I love y...

I love it when this happens. When the stars align and the universe pauses in its various and diverse functions to come to a halt and begin...

Ask any writer why they write and you’ll get a variation of; Because I can’t not write. My reason for writing is much the same and I al...