Ode to Misty

“Do you have the book about Misty?” I peered over the counter to find a boy about seven squeezing the stuffing out of a plush pony. “Do you know about the famous pony?” He nodded most solemnly. “My mom took me to the museum where they have pictures and stuff about the wild ponies. Now…

Mark your calendars and join me

I am helping the Maryland Romance Writers organize a tent of our own at the Write Women Book Fest Oct. 8, 12 noon to 5 p.m. It will be held on the leafy grounds of the Marietta House Museum near Bowie Md. We’re going to have panel presentations, author spotlights, reader Q&As, and lots of…

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.