The Gift
The origin of Five Petals from Paris. I was writing my first novel, set in World War II France, when an unexpected gift came my way. During lunch with a […]
The origin of Five Petals from Paris. I was writing my first novel, set in World War II France, when an unexpected gift came my way. During lunch with a […]
Grandfather was a kind man. A quiet man. A faithful man. But I had never seen a romantic side. Until.The day he said, simply: “She wore a yellow coat.” He, […]
Key in lock.Open. Stop.Hollow.Empty rooms,like darkened tombs,swallow.Clock ticks.Blaring clicks,echo.Left uncreased,your pillow — sheets.Aching.Naked hangers.Stripped remainders.Clinging.Your melting scent,at last, it went.Bereft.No replies. No goodbyes.Gone.
It was love at first sight as we drove along the country road of western France in our borrowed VW bus. The hazy blue silhouette of the 8th-century Mont Saint-Michel […]
My professor said I’d never be a creative writer. And I believed him. So, I set about helping others express their voices on the page. I loved the writer’s magic. […]