Chincoteague: Where the ponies are

“ I want you to say to me, ‘Willa, I’ve decided to take your advice and go see what my sisters are cooking up.’ Visit your sisters and your parents. Hug your nephews and see the ponies.”
Charlotte’s friend paused for effect. “It can’t hurt. Can it?”
Yes, of course it could. Henry was there with what’s-her-name and their child. I’d avoided such a meeting for eight years.

FEARLESS SUMMER: My new book is out now!

When NASA’s Wallops Island with it wide open field dotted with impressive satellite dishes appeared on my left, I felt a twinge deep in my belly. It grew stronger as I started across the causeway to Chincoteague Island. That’s how Chapter Three of FEARLESS SUMMER brings Charlotte home to Chincoteague. Seeing the facility that launches…

Countdown to publication

The days just before a book launch are full of anticipation. How will readers like my book? Will they even buy it? What can I do to convince them they’ll love my aspiring teacher Charlotte, the insurance guy who used to be her boyfriend before but now is the single father of a seven-year-old sweetie…

The end

Typing those little words is a sad moment. Sure it’s an accomplishment. It means months of imagining, pondering, creating and general wood-burning are over and a story is finished. Even though I have a revision to do, my characters have come to their very happy ending. I’m cheering for them. Naturally. But I find I’m…

Best Books of 2021

It wasn’t until I wrote my list down that I realized every book was written by a woman. I did read books by men—but these were my favorites for the year. They took me away from covid and other troubles. They made me feel strongly about strong characters. They took me to new places and old places, places I’d never see if not for these authors.
Thank you all for writing them.

Comfort and Joy: Part V

Pyotr took my hand and we walked slowly back to our shelf to witness the family’s holiday. At the dining room doorway, he stopped and looked up.
“Do you know what that is?” he asked
All I could see was a sprig of greenery with a red bow. “Holly? Ivy?”
“No, it’s mistletoe.”