The Countdown Begins

 

 

 

Western Historicals bring America’s colorful heritage to life. It’s why I love them. I can just imagine my forefather—or yours!–riding down the dusty road of a small town teeming with life, waving to his sweetheart as she steps out of the dry goods store. Makes me want to look back through a magic telescope and experience those days firsthand, when things were slower (never!) and less involved (hardly…at least not in my stories).

I’m thrilled to announce that Where The Wind Blows, my debut novel, will hit the shelves of bookstores this August.

That’s three short months away!  

So, saddle up, my friend—it’s time to ride.

It’s the Little Things!

                                      

     Recently I was spending time at my sister’s home in Prospect, Kentucky and had the privilege of being present (or just minutes short) at the birth of a foal.

     The thoroughbred colt, born at 1:25 a.m. had us laughing as he blinked in wide-eyed wonder at his new world.  It always amazes me when I see those long legs and wonder just how it is exactly that they are folded up in the mare for so long.  Typically foals just hours old can’t see very well, but once this colt stood up you’d never know it.  He was into everything he could get his mouth on. His mother seemed a bit surprised herself  at what had appeared in the straw beside her, but totally understandable since this was her first.