One of my best memories is being a young teen and running my quarter horse, Fig, a big sorrel gelding down a dirt road that encircled the little 9-hole golf course my father owned. Me with my long hair, and Fig with his tail, we were a mass of brown hair flying as fast as we could go. To this day, when I think of freedom, my freedom, I think about those moments racing with Fig. When I was little and before I had any say in the matter, my hair was super short, a glorified bowl cut. As I got older and more opinionated, I grew it out, but my mom still dictated the style. There are pictures of me … [Read more...]


In a little over seven weeks, my sweet mother will be drawing the winner of the Ultimate Book Club Getaway contest, and I’ve got to be honest with you—I’m ecstatic! If you don’t know about the contest it’s a chance for book clubs to win a four night stay at my beach house on the Isle of Palms, SC. All clubs are eligible. You don't have to read The Wisdom of Hair to enter, but if your club does, you get ten extra entries! I've sprinkled pics of just a few of the clubs who have entered throughout this blog entry, and by the looks of it, they're as excited as I am!   When I got the idea … [Read more...]


  I’m stepping out of the literary closet to say–I’ve written a romance! Not only have I written a romance, I’ve read A LOT of the genre this past year (47 and counting to be exact,) and the more I read, the more I am amazed how what a bad rap it has amongst the group who claims to be “the masses.” Most of those “rappers” are probably tucked in bed with a book and a flashlight or a Kindle, reading love stories like crack, but too embarrassed to admit it. But why? Romance is happy. Romance is hopeful. Sometimes hot, but always satisfying. In a world that desperately needs more HEA's … [Read more...]


I'm 55 and blessed to have both of my parents, nobody has to remind me of that. But somewhere along the way, I've put them on the same level as my people, what most folks would call my characters. My people come to me fully formed, with a story to tell. They talk a mile a minute and to be completely honest, they write the book for me, I'm simply the typist. The thing about them is, for the most part, they never get old and SPOILER ALERT, they never die. To me, my parents are sort of wrapped in the warm cocoon of their own stories, not in a Bill Murray/Groundhog Day sort of way, but they're … [Read more...]


  Ever notice how there are always a few people in your life who are ALWAYS telling you how they like your hair a different way? In my case one of those folks is my husband who has always preferred my hair short. Actually you can add my mother to that list and his mother. Why do we listen to these people and get a perm when we'd rather go straight, color instead of going natural? The list of juxtaposed possibilities is endless. One of my readers, Becky Steele, writes--As a small child growing up my Grandma would come visit and set each of us girls on the trash can in the yard and give … [Read more...]


I posted this piece back in the fall after talking with Christie. It only seemed right to post the addendum. Please read and learn and give generously to eradicate this horrible disease. Although breast cancer is no picnic, it doesn't seem to be the death sentence it was thirty years ago when I met my friend, Christie Rosen. But Christie has a particularly nasty form of of the disease, basil type triple negative cancer and she is fighting like hell to get better. I have high hopes for her because Christie, is THE most positive person I have ever known. When times were dark, she was the one … [Read more...]