Fun interview with the.indie.writers.collective--check it out here!
Honored to be the Golden Box October Influencer--this month's box included a copy of my book.
I'm thrilled to join the wonderful Grackle and Grackle instructors--I'm offering a fiction workshop for the winter session. More to follow...
Had a fun evening as the guest author for the Heights book club--contact me if you are interested in reading Shiny Bits for your own bookclub.
River Oaks Bookstore event in collaboration with local celebrity chef Monica Pope and myself--what a fabulous evening! I gave a reading and signing, plus answered questions about my book, followed by a delicious meal and excellent company!
Don't miss Facebook's Author Talk Monday August 3rd at 10 am CST where I'll be interviewed by Sandy Lawrence and co. about Shiny Bits In Between!
I'll be a guest on Litopia again this Sunday, August 2nd at 11am CST with the fabulous Tex Thompson (who you met at my book launch in June)--see you then!
I not only spin yarns with words, but also with poodle hair! A spinning project close to my heart: my friend's poodle hair, which became even more poignant after Gromit passed away (this fur is from his very last haircut). I also spun hair from Rufus' very first haircut. Gromit Rufus Drying after a gentle wash (smells like wet dog!) Winding the spun hair onto my swift Spinning at my wheel Completed Gromit Skein Rufus (work in progress)
Photo by Georgina Key Every year Clementine and her father visited Angangueo to honor her mother. On the mountain top, monarch butterflies hung from Oyamel tree branches, thousands of them in pleated layers like discarded quincea ñ era dresses. During Dia de los Muertos, families gathered and brought picnics and shared stories, memories of their loved ones. She watched them laugh and weep and dance and eat while her father stood silently by her side. Him in his black suit and her in a white dress with ribbons that her ni ñera , Maria, insisted she wear—the perfect little daughter. Her father's grief was a silent and endless prayer between himself and God, a conversation she was not a part of. So she waited and watched the butterflies and the families, and wondered what it felt like to be loved. ( shiny bits in between, danaus ).