The Beginning...

Propriety Versus Emotional Truth: Which Would You Choose?
Grab a cup of coffee or tea. This one is a full essay. And it gets personal. Read more...
The Glad Game
The Glad Game
When I was around nine years old I started spending weekends at my older sister's house. She is sixteen years older than me. To me she was always more like... Read more...
When the Whole House Mourned and Grief Had a Language
When the Whole House Mourned and Grief Had a Language
Since losing Harry, I've found my mind wandering to grief in a way it hasn't in a while. Not just my own grief, but grief through history. Read more...
Some Grief Doesn't Need an Explanation
Some Grief Doesn't Need an Explanation
We lost Harry on March 29th. Read more...
The Words They Did Not Have: Mental Health in 1809
The Words They Did Not Have: Mental Health in 1809
  I have been thinking a great deal about language.   Read more...
Family Stories, History, and the Questions We Inherit
Family Stories, History, and the Questions We Inherit
I recently read a wonderful article from Jane Austen’s Niece titled: Read more...
Miniature Moments from A writers Desk
Miniature Moments from A writers Desk
Happy Valentine’s Day! Read more...
Miniature Moments from my Writing Desk
Miniature Moments from my Writing Desk
I may write historical romance and adore Jane Austen, but I'm also quite enchanted by miniatures. This little corner is my own small tribute to both writing and imagination. Tonight, Mini... Read more...
The Beginning...
The Beginning...
I suppose every notebook needs a first page. If you’re reading this, you’ve stepped into what is, in many ways, my working journal. Not a formal announcement board. Not a... Read more...