The Roses of Prose

A few days ago I sat talking with a friend about raising kids today. We reminisced over lattes about how wonderful it was go be a kid when w...

Here in Iowa, sure signs of summer: corn Farmer Markets bicycle riders. Lots of them. Every year there's an annual bike ride acros...

Please welcome Bernadette La Mazza to The Roses of Prose! Twenty years ago I had just started college in Virginia and was writing...

I groaned at the email from my editor, Stacy Dawn. And I love my editor. But when I saw the subject line "Post-War Dreams Final Galle...

    Thanks for coming back to read Part Two of my current short story offering. Hope your summer is going a lot like mine. Busy, b...

I miss my car. It’s a 2007 Hyundai   Sonata, all black. I’ve never assigned it a name or gender, but in my heart it’s a “she,” despite ...

Barbara Edwards I admit I forgot to post my essay for today's blog. I'm packing for the Romance Writers of America Conference in...