Book Release: The Unexpected Daughter

  After years of blood, sweat, and tears over my laptop keyboard, I am proud to announce the release of my book, The Unexpected Daughter. I will be speaking and signing books at my book launch party at FoxTale Book Shoppe in Woodstock, GA on March 4.  The bookstore is located in beautiful downtown Woodstock. If…

The Unexpected Daughter Gets a Cover

I am home from work for a month with a broken foot.  I had bunion surgery and now have a bionic foot, complete with plates and a multitude of screws in my bones. So, to turn lemons into lemonade, this respite from teaching and lesson plans has turned into the time I’ve been working toward…

Meet Tanuja Desai Hidier

As an author, I am always on the lookout for books that inspire me creatively and touch me personally.  I hit the literary jackpot when I discovered the much praised novel, Born Confused. It is a provocative  coming-of-age story about transcending cultural boundaries, penned by Indian-American author and music artist Tanuja Desai Hidier. Tanuja Desai…

The Benefits of Working with a Writing Coach

“Jenny opened her eyes and licked her parched lips, but her tongue scoured the surface instead of soothing it.” – The Unexpected Daughter These are the first 19 words from my novel. It may seem that writing only 19 words would be effortless, right? Oh, think again. I had sat at my office desk in…

Keeping a Writer’s Journal

Start Journaling “Why don’t you write a book?” my then-husband told me as he took one of our newborn twin boys from the crook of my right arm, leaving me with the other baby resting in the other arm. I was slumped in the rocking chair in my pajamas, and a tear trickled from one…

The Unexpected Daughter is Complete!

Summer is here and my family and I have breathed a collective sigh of relief.  The sun is shining, school’s out, the pool calls our name every day.  But, want to know what the best part of it all is? I finished the final revision of The Unexpected Daughter! Whoo hooo!   Not only am…

Daddy’s Horses

I think I still have x ray eyes. And I can’t take them off of Dad’s ashen face, as I try to see through the stiffening mask that has settled in. Plastic tubing, taped to his mouth, pumps gushes of air into him, ballooning his chest, the pace controlled by machine. Rise, fall, whoosh  Rise,…