Occupation: Author Birth: 1976
Sometimes, Edie, a person's feelings aren't rational. At least, they don't seem that way on the surface. You have to dig a little deeper to understan….
While I wasn't certain how I felt about spiritualists, I was certain enough about the type of people who were drawn to them. Only people unhappy in t….
After all, it's the librarian's sworn purpose to bring books together with their one true reader..
Rejection is a cancer, Edie. It eats away at a person..
A girl expecting rescue never learns to save herself. Even with the means, she will find her courage wanting..
But in my humble opinion, a house needs a good party once in a while; remind folks it exists..
She felt like a fictional character who'd escaped the book in which her creator had carefully and kindly trapped her, taken a pair of scissors to her….
Cassandra's grandmother smiled then, only it wasn't a happy smile. Cassandra thought she knew how it felt to smile like that. She often did so hersel….
I write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too..
Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other..
There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book..
But history is a faithless teller whose cruel recourse to hindsight makes fools of its actors..
Only people unhappy in the present seek to know the future..
What could be more perfect than marrying the person you love..
She doesn't know I cry for the changing times. That just as I reread favourite books, some small part of me hoping for a different ending, I find mys….
I'd pretty much given up hope of being published, so I just wrote the book I wanted to read..
It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a part of one….
Quite simply the book and I were meant to be together..
Children don’t require of their parents a past and they find something faintly unbelievable, almost embarrassing, in parental claims to a prior exist….
In real life turning points are sneaky. They pass by unlabeled and unheeded. Opportunities are missed, catastrophes unwittingly celebrated. Turning p….
A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you weren't..