Archive - December 2014

Book Hour on Georgia Radio features The Ex Lottery
Have You Seen My Rings?
Have You Seen My Glasses?
What’s Your Favorite Disney Fairy Tale?
Disney Dishes

Book Hour on Georgia Radio features The Ex Lottery

  The Ex Lottery will be featured on the Publisher’s Best Book Hour by the Georgia Radio Reading Service (GaRRS) from December 29, 2014 through January 8, 2015. My novel will be read by Matt Robbins over ten one-hour episodes at 10 o’clock each evening.

I was unaware of GaRRS until Robbins contacted me and asked to read my novel on air. What a wonderful organization! GaRRS is a nonprofit, closed circuit, radio station that broadcasts to the visually impaired and to individuals who are too weak to read or unable to hold a book. For more information about this wonderful program, go to If you know someone in Georgia who might benefit from this service, the information is on the website

Robbins is just one of over 500 volunteers working for the radio station. He reads and records novels for listeners. Reading is like breathing to me so I’m glad to learn that there is a group offering this service to those in need. According to the radio station’s website, more than 800,000 people in Georgia alone are legally blind or visually disabled. I was more than happy for my novel to be read to this group, but I did have one concern. I explained to Robbins that my novel contained some “racy” scenes—The Ex Lottery is a contemporary romance, after all. He laughed and told me that listeners had requested Fifty Shades of Grey also so my novel’s content shouldn’t be a problem. The reading of The Ex Lottery begins today.  I hope the GaRRS listeners enjoy!

Have You Seen My Rings?

I decided to make this the week of lost things. I’ll confess—my reading glasses are not the only things I lose. I have lost my wedding rings. No, not once—many times. Luckily, I’ve always found them.

I know. A wedding ring is supposed to be a sign of commitment and love. Some women never remove their rings. But I’ve never liked wearing rings. It’s uncomfortable to wear a piece of metal around a finger. So I tend to take them off when I get home. The trouble is I never seem to remember where I put them.

This bad habit dates back to my first year of marriage. I’d take off my rings when I got home, and the next day I was yelling “Marco?” but never hearing the responding “Polo.” It would often take me a couple of days to remember where I had left the rings, and I’d hope my husband didn’t notice. But apparently he did.

One month, I looked for weeks and couldn’t find the rings. I searched all the normal spots—the fireplace mantel, the bedside table, the kitchen windowsill, the mug with all my pens/pencils. No luck. So I finally confessed to my husband.


Paul, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’ve lost my wedding rings?”


   “Two weeks ago. I’ve looked everywhere.”


He went over to his dresser, opened the top drawer, and reached under some papers, then held out my rings.

   “These rings?”

   “You’ve had them all along?”

   “I wanted to see how long it would take you to admit you lost them.”


But this little experiment may have backfired. Now, every time I lose my rings or my glasses, I accuse him of hiding them and I don’t stop nagging until he helps me search the house. After all, two searching is better than one.

Have You Seen My Glasses?

glasses2I really miss my 20-20 vision. The days when I could pick up a book and just start reading, when I could type a note without searching the house for my reading glasses, or when I could pull a frozen meal out of the refrigerator and read the directions.

I’m convinced that I would be ten times more productive if I didn’t need reading glasses. I’ve filled my house with cheap reading glasses that I buy in bulk. I try and leave them in every room in the house. But they disappear.

I often find a pile of glasses in a corner, mocking me. I suspect my husband stacks them there, thinking I’ve left them around the house by accident. The worst irony is I have only one pair that works for writing. I have a stigmatism and only the prescription glasses prevent a headache when I settle in for a long day of writing. Of course, that pair really loves to play hide and seek. Okay, it’s time to write again, so I’m off to find the prescription glasses… “Marco?”

What’s Your Favorite Disney Fairy Tale?

My favorite Disney fairy tale is Beauty and the Beast. The perfect fairy tale, wouldn’t you agree? I mean, the main character is Belle, a bookwormdisney4 who loves romantic fiction. And the hairy hero—a Beast of a prince who gives her an entire library. Dreamy sigh.

The tiny plastic figures on my writing desk are left over from a birthday party I organized for my daughter when she was a tiny reader who also loved Disney. The dancing bookworm and her broad-shouldered prince served as the cake topper, but I couldn’t throw them away. So now they encourage me to keep writing Happily Ever After.


Disney Dishes

Do you have objects around your house that paint a story in your head? I ran across these old bowls in my house—bowls with a story.


disneydishesMy husband and I met as undergrads in North Carolina. We decided to go to Disney for our first spring break together. Now, Paul had been telling me since the first week we met that I would marry him if he asked, but he wasn’t going to ask. I always told him I’d say no—arrogant, good-looking fella.


Off we go to Disney about nine months after we met and what do we do—we pick out dishes together and buy them because we both love them. While in the Wonderful World of Disney, I’m still saying I won’t marry him and he’s still saying I would if he asked but he’s not asking. So why did we buy dishes together? Well, we both thought they were perfect and maybe, one day, we might end up together and it’d be a shame not to have these perfect dishes. We married thirteen months after we first met, and we’ve been married thirty-six years.

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