Hidden Gems

This is a photo of me driving up to the mountains looking for hidden gems. It was by sheer accident, as my son snapped a photo of the waterfall, that the reflection on the car glass made my face appear to be part of the cliff. My hair weaves with the crags and crevices. My shoulders…

Skiing and Writing – how they relate

Anyone who knows me well, knows I love to ski. My gracious husband moved me back to the slopes because of my addiction to it. (Thank you Matt!) Here is an excerpt from my novel Broken Smiles:  “Over time she got used to being on stage; she loved it, then craved it. A rush that…