I started writing as a child.  Frankly, I don’t really remember when I didn’t write. Even when I didn’t actually put pencil to paper (or use a computer) to write it down, stories were always swirling around in my head.  When I gave birth to my first son, I started to write in earnest, spending time each day writing down the stories.

As I said in one of my earlier posts, currently I have three romance novels in various states of completion, as well as a sort-of memoir.

The first romance novel, The Phone Call, is being copy edited right now.  The second, That One Small Omission, is about a woman named Maggie, a single mom in Vermont raising her two young sons, who meets the perfect man.  Unfortunately, the perfect man wants her, but not her children.  That novel is in its final set of my editing it before it goes on to be professionally edited. The third, tentatively titled Keeping Away, is nearly complete in its first draft form.

Finally, I am also in the midst of writing a personal memoir or non-fiction book, Of Grief, Garlic and Gratitude about my journey in grief and gratitude after the death of our middle son.  More than anything, it’s the story of how, eventually, I began to be able to see the love, beauty and the wonder that continue to be all around us, and to realize how grateful I am for the incredible people in our lives.