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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!





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shiny bits in between  Book Launch
June 30th from 7-9 pm
Heights Ironworks, Houston, Texas
(This event is postponed due to Covid; please check back for updates)


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