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Creativity inspires me.

My 8-year-old decided she wanted to make a puppet (I call it a robot) …

A cereal box, a water bottle, construction paper, and one pair of socks later …














gabriellecreativityquotescover-PNG-20She decides she wants to make a surf board and surfer girl …















And when she decided that on top of becoming a professional basketball player and gymnast, she would be an author/illustrator  …














My favorite … when my laptop broke (2 years ago) … she made me a new one








… Imaginative children, art, and creativity inspire me.


Hello, all! I don’t know about you, but I’m not a big fan of small talk … so, let’s just get right to it. Here’s the promo video for Like Shards of Glass:

“I don’t mean he was bad to you,” Karter swallowed hard. “I just mean, there were times when, I didn’t get why you stayed. When he came back – after the bombings, there were times when I hated you for letting him be the way he was. Like you were invisible. So that meant, he expected you to be invisible to me. Making me have to tell him to acknowledge you, your questions, things you’d do.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” Karter rubbed his beard. “Forget it. Just eat your food. Don’t want you to lose any more weight.”

“So you saw it all?”

Why did I sound so surprised?

“Please eat, Mom.”

“Did he, you know, keep you from me, Karter?”

Staring down at the table, then up at me, my son, the full-sized man, softened. His posture, his gaze, even the way he stretched out his arms, shifted. I had my answer.

“After it happened – after what he did, you went AWOL. You came back with a broken hand. What happened to your hand? Where did you go?”

“I don’t remember.” His eyes fell as he shook his head adamantly. He was far too adamant.

“No, no, no, don’t shut down on me, Karter. What happened?”

“I honestly don’t remember.”

“Two weeks you were nowhere to be found. Tell me. Tell me what did you do?”

“Do?” His eyes met mine with a deep confusion. “What do you think I am? What do you mean what did I do?”

“It’s not what you are. It’s what you’re capable of.”

“One time. One time I get a little angry, this is what you – you don’t trust me at all to be a human being. You think I’m him. Admit it.”

I skirted his accusation, just as he was skirting mine. “You lie to me. How can I trust you? You’ve always lied to me…”

Karter nodded and his eyes filled with tears. “He taught me to lie to you.”

Scooting my chair closer to his, I took his hand. “Where did you go for those two weeks?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t believe you, Kar –”

“It scares me. All right? Trying to remember. Because I don’t wanna know what I…” His hand trembled as he pulled away from me. “I don’t wanna know.”

Sample or download your copy of my book, now available for preorder, here: Like Shards of Glass

Being shy has been my least favorite thing about myself. There have been orchestra recitals, piano contests, times when my parents wanted me to sing … in front of people, (and the list goes on) and with each of these situations, I’ve either disappeared, or made myself physically ill when it was all said and done. I’m getting better, I’d like to continue to work on that, and I’d like to not only take baby steps, but to dive in.

Today, I’d like to do something wacky. Well, it’s wacky to me.

When I create a book trailer (or, wait. I think we’re supposed to call them videos, now) I create quite a few. And in some of them, I sing. In one of them, I actually used lyrics I had written, and put them with the melody my friend had composed on the piano. I never officially shared it, because it had far too many errors, and the sound quality was really bad. Today, I’ll be sharing one of my drafts, and in it there’s a clip of me singing. Just going with the flow, being creative, having way too much fun. But isn’t that what it’s all about?

Tomorrow, I’ll share the official promo video.

So …

Here goes; here’s my Like Shards of Glass draft:



Did you roll your eyes? Don’t roll them too hard. They may get stuck up there. I repeat, I was just fooling around. 😉

It’s just a draft, but like I said, I had fun and plan to share more of my ‘fun’ in the future. I like to share the process, the drafts, the mistakes, what-was-I-thinkings, and the lessons behind all of the above

Again, I’ll be sharing the official video, tomorrow. Be here or be square! Wait, that’s not how that goes. Awkward.

Anyway. Side note: Becoming an author has been one of those things that really pushed me out of my comfort zone. When I finished writing my first books, I told anyone who expressed an interest in them, or suggested that I get them published, that I was only writing for me; I was only writing as a hobby. But the hobby was a passion. The passion has taken on a life of its own.


Move out of your own way and let your hobby become a passion, and take on a life of it’s own. ❤

















The Alchemy of Shards.

This is the new book cover for my latest release, which should be available for purchase this Spring.

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(From Devoured): “Barefoot, I moved through the woods like a hurricane. They were at my heels, sticks and stones in their hands. Promises to burn and bury me alive were upon their lips. Their eyes glowed with a hatred that ignited my path like flames.”

What is the spark which ignites the flame of scorched souls? Where does the chasm of broken spirits begin? Do we ever truly know what, or who, is responsible for the split in our very foundation, the shattering, the shards and slivers of debris? In this collection of short stories, characters are forced to face, examine, and come to terms with the consequences of gashes left to heal unattended to.   “Don’t Blink, Don’t Turn Away,” “Devoured,” “Good Guy,” “More than Broken,” and “The House Across the Street,” are only a few of the new titles in this book, and as a bonus, I have included some of the short stories from Undone.

This book of short stories will also contain excerpts from my Summer release, the story of Monroe Song, a woman who is struggling, failing, and drowning, trying to find her place in a world that has left her at the brink of insanity. Her husband, Carter, is a cold-blooded murderer ….

Monroe’s oldest son, Karter, once idolized his father. Karter is now haunted by his father’s face, words, and the massacre that is now his family legacy.
How can Monroe and Karter move forward when life has forgotten them? Then, again, with everything so distorted, why not spiral with the storm?


“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” – Steve Jobs

“The only person who can pull me down is myself, and I’m not going to let myself pull me down anymore.” – C. Joybell C.

“There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by my self.” – Brian Andreas

“There is no need to go to India or anywhere else to find peace. You will find that deep place of silence right in your room, your garden or even your bathtub.” – Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

“The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours – it is an amazing journey – and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins.” – Bob Moawad