Aspen in Moonlight…coming soon!

AspenInMoonlight_hiresI am delighted to announce that my first full-length novel, Aspen in Moonlight, will be published this fall by Bold Strokes Books! The title and the cover design should give you a big hint that the story takes place in Colorado. (Click on the cover image for details.)

Much of the story unfolds in the fictitious mountain town of Buckhorn located along the edge of real-life Roosevelt National Forest and not too far from Rocky Mountain National Park. While writing is not always an easy task, it’s been a pleasure to write and dream about my old haunts, the places I know and love.

The natural world inspires me deeply, it nurtures my soul and my creativity. In fact, I do some of my best thinking while walking in the woods, crossing fields, or getting my feet wet in a creek. In this story, the environment of the Rocky Mountains is as much a character as Melissa and Sula.

If you like a good romance, a little intrigue, the excitement of discovering the unexpected, and marveling at seemingly impossible possibilities, then you’ll enjoy this novel.

* Available for pre-order from Bold Strokes Books and Amazon. *

Why we need stories.

 “Without stories we are trapped in a static version of ourselves.”

Arthur Rackham, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, 1837

This week I came across an article about why fairy tales matter by Meg Rosoff, an American writer living in London. Although it was published in The Guardian a couple of years ago, it is still relevant reading today, perhaps even more profound, given the current state of affairs in America, the world, and on Earth.

I was deeply moved by this short essay which is at turns funny, serious, even philosophic. I could summarize for you what Rosoff said, but it is such a good read, you should just read it.

If you are a reader you’ll love it. If you are a writer, you’ll love it even more. It will only take a few minutes and, I promise, it will be time well spent.

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Happy New Year!

I didn’t write a post for Christmas, I hope you’ll forgive me. The holidays were a blur of activity with travel to Colorado to visit family and then baking up a storm and writing as much as possible. I turned on my work email’s auto-responder and I’m not checking it until next year. I’m pretending that’s not just a few days away.

Christmas Eve was enjoyably calm, quiet, and spent basking in the ambient glow of the Christmas tree. This bear is one of my favorite ornaments and, not surprisingly, woodland creatures abound in our tree.


Christmas Day was beautiful and provided a lovely sunset to behold from the edge of my friends’ lake. The water was like glass and the only sound was the occasional chatter of squirrels and a kingfisher.


It seems like it’s been raining ever since and the forecast doesn’t predict any change until after New Year’s. {sigh}

I hope that wherever you are and whatever the weather, you’ll ring in the new year with good company and good cheer—I wish you all the best in 2019!


Happy Thanksgiving!

It’s a chilly autumn day down here in the Deep South and the sun is just now breaking through the clouds. In other words, it’s a perfect day for Thanksgiving. The turkey’s in the oven and we’ll be sharing a potluck meal later today with good friends and colleagues. I have so many things to give thanks for, the list could go on, and on, and on….but I want to take a moment to express my thanks to you, dear reader, I hope you enjoy the warmth and comfort of good food, friends, family, and fellowship.

Veterans Day, looking back 100 years

In a few days, Veterans Day will mark the one hundred years that have passed since, at the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, an armistice document was signed in a railway carriage in the northern French forest of Compiègne. In that moment over four years of increasingly brutal hostilities between the allied nations and Germany came to a grinding halt and The Great War, as it was called, was finally over.

IMG_20181108_143808591-01I have a special connection to the war. My grandfather served in France and I inherited his service ribbon, dog tags, and photos. I don’t know much about his time there other than he was with a Regiment of forestry Engineers as his photos demonstrate. I remember him as a deeply patriotic man and, like many of his generation, he talked with pride about having served his country, but was reserved about the details of his deployment.

The scale and impact of the war is difficult to comprehend, the war claimed the lives of over 20 million service members and left millions more wounded. Cities were left in ruins and countless  fields and forests, pock-marked with craters formed by heavy bombardment, were all but obliterated. It was a war that left survivors as scarred as the landscape. The term shellshock was coined to describe a new kind of battle fatigue that military leaders feared could become epidemic. It described what what we today call Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Francis Dodd, “An Operation at the Military Hospital, Endell Street” (1920).

And yet, even though the war crushed the bodies, psyches, and souls of so many, it also provided new opportunities for women. In the years before the war, British suffragettes had campaigned vigorously, and sometimes violently, throwing rocks through windows,  smashing glass cases at museums, even attacking works of art. Their disruptions caused museums and public monuments to close and the revenue they disrupted pinched the pocketbooks of the government and drew attention to the movement. When Britain declared war against Germany in 1914, the suffragettes swiftly shifted their strategy from fighting against the government to supporting it in the hopes that they would be able to win hearts and change minds through service.

Suffragettes like Dr. Louisa Garrett Anderson and Dr. Flora Murray (lifelong “companions” who were laid to rest side-by-side and whose epitaph reads “we were gloriously happy,” but but that’s another story) established the Women’s Hospital Corps in 1914 and ran military hospitals first in northern France and later in London and staffed them top to bottom–administrators, surgeons, anesthesiologists, pathologists, dentists, nurses, clerks, drivers, orderlies– entirely with women.

The London hospital, known as the Endell Street Military Hospital, opened in 1915 and treated over 26,000 patients and its surgeons completed over 7,000 surgeries before it closed in 1919. The hospital, purposefully located close to a railway station, received deliveries of injured soldiers daily, usually late at night, from front line medical clearing stations. Surgical teams frequently completed 20 surgeries a day. Although the doctors were not awarded military rank (something that Murray and Anderson actively sought) they did receive the same pay and benefits as their military counterparts.

Women not only drove ambulances, but repaired them, too.

The motto of the Endell Street hospital, “Deeds Not Words,” was the same motto used by the suffragettes before the war. Murray and Anderson wanted to make it abundantly clear to both the patients they served and to government officials in the Home Office that female medical professionals and staff were as competent, and in many ways better, as any man. There is little doubt that they affected public attitudes that led to legislation passing in November 1918 that gave women in Britain the right to vote.

These women, as compassionate as they were fierce, deeply inspired me while writing Holding Their Place. I hope that my story, in some small way, honors them and their service to their country during a terrible time of war, as well as to the future generations of women.

Gilbert Rogers, A V.A.D. Motor Driver (1918)