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A Dog with Three Names

It was an average day in June of 2007 when I met a dog named Brandy. I’d been at work when I received a call that there was a one-year-old Black Lab mix that was in a kill shelter a little over an hour from where I lived. A rescue group was working tirelessly to find her a foster family so she wouldn’t be put to sleep. Having worked with rescue groups most of my life, I understood the need and the desperation. Large, black dogs tend to be the last to get adopted. Brandy was living on borrowed time.

The Howling Good Blog Hop

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Music for the Soul… Claiming His Beauty

As I said last time, I’m not really a must-have-music kind of writer. But every now and again, a song screams to me. Throws me right into the head of a character and really gives me a solid hold on them. When that happens, I take advantage of it. While writing...

Music for the Soul…Claiming His Witch

I’m not really a must-have-music kind of writer. Sometimes I listen to my favorite Pandora station while I write, sometimes not. But every now and again, a song screams to me. Throws me right into the head of a character and really gives me a solid hold on them....