I am a mother, a writer, a community collaborator, a renovator, an avid traveler, a theatre buff, a lover of yoga, gardening, good wine and great conversation…for now.
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In essence, I am a work in progress.
There's a particular kind of quiet that lands at the completion of something. In my case, a novel. Not the triumphant, champagne-cork style celebration I imagined during all those months of writing. Something far different than that. Closer to the feeling you'd get when you'd been carrying something heavy for a very long time, and finally set it down, and your arms don't know what to do with themselves. Crown of Lies is done. Version 7.5 (which is either a testament to my com
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