I am still in the editing phase with the uber-talented Ally Roberts, of The Wild Rose Press, on my latest work in progress, Blooming Justice. However, the equally talented design staff at Wild Rose Press, specifically Kim Mendoza, once again did me proud. She has designed all my covers at The Wild Rose Press and is a wonderful artist. This is my cover reveal for Blooming Justice, the first in the Keystone Lake series.
Erin Sampson always wanted to be an attorney like her aunt. But until she experiences a real taste of injustice, she has no idea what the legal field is all about. After being sexually harassed at the senior prom by a boy she went to school with, she finds out he has escalated from bullying to rape.
Working in her aunt’s law firm while going to college, she has an opportunity to help find justice for all the women who deserve it. It is a long way from her mother’s flower shop to a law office; and a long way from the little town by the lake she grew up in to the Tulsa County Courthouse. But Erin will do whatever it takes to end the terror and protect the women on her campus.
I have started working on book two, and book three is in the planning stages. However, if you are a Sandhill Island fan, don’t worry, there will be more of that little island to come also.
I am so impressed with the cover for Blooming Justice I just wanted to show it to you, and I hope you like it as much as I do. There will be more to come this year as the book is ready for release.
Happy reading!
My husband and I went on a road trip to Osage County, Oklahoma Friday – such is the life of retirees. If you’ve never been in that area of the country, it is the rolling hills in northeast Oklahoma near Pawhuska. We were on a quest.

It’s Father’s Day! I hope all the fathers out there who are celebrating with their families enjoy their day.
If you read this blog regularly or follow me on Instragram, you may be sick to death of reading about my gardening – complete with pictures. Here we go again.


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My mother used to call it “junkin’.” She and a friend used to “go junkin’” on a regular basis and after she died, I inherited some beautiful glassware. Mom knew a good piece of glass and she kept track of what she spent and what it was worth. When my sisters and I had an estate sale for Mom and Dad’s lifetime of accumulation, we first called in an antique dealer who was a friend of my parents and asked him for appraised value of the pieces. We kept the good stuff in the house and the junk in the garage. It was an exhausting yet fun couple of days and we got rid of a lot of things. (We also took home a lot of things).
Sandhill Island is a magical place. The lives of the people on the island are linked to the sea and her bounty. Meg grows a garden in a salty environment, Alex paints the ocean with Meg’s produce for medium, Paul fishes for shrimp, Sam cooks for his neighbors and tourists, and Billie sings the blues.
I’ve been a mother for a long time and I may slowly be getting the hang of it. I married young and had my first child much too early, but we persevered (That’s me in in the middle with the blooming belly). Because as a parent, what else can you do? The child is dependent on you. And you will find you are also dependent on the child. The bond between mother and child never ends. I can’t imagine the pain of losing one, but I’m lucky to have never had to face that obstacle.
I had two children, one girl and one boy, and then decided I’d filled the house up and it was time to quit. They were the best thing I ever did with my life and somedays I wondered why. If you’ve raised teenagers, that sentence needs no explanation.
Today my kids are middle-aged which makes me old, but we are still a family. Last night my grandson graduated from high school and heads to college in the fall. I remember this stage in life when my kids were that age. A child in college, one in high school and my parents retired and left town six months out of the year. “Here’s the key, look after our house and pay the bills from this checkbook. We’ll call later.” I had lots to do with a job, teenagers and aging parents. But I would do nothing different. It was life. It was family. And it was what I wanted to do.
Years ago, I had an imagination flash and wrote a post-apocalyptic short story called Bra Wars. A publisher who is no longer in business liked it and wanted 4 or 5 more stories in the world I created to e-publish. I wrote them. Eventually the short stories turned into a book titled The Apocalypse Sucks, a snarky take on civilization after a virus decimates most of humanity. I mean if you can’t make fun of the end of the world, what can you make fun of? Eventually that book found itself in the hands of the uber-talented Airship 27 Productions and with the help of Andy Fish 
I’m not a gambler. My version of gambling is – do I have to shave my legs today? What are the odds of my pant leg hiking up, so anyone will notice. So, with that mindset, I went to the casinos this weekend.
















