Recently at a book event I was asked (and it’s not the first time) if there is some part of me in each of the main characters I write about.  Yes, I think this is the case for all writers.  Maybe this is a bit


I want to talk about my narrator in THE FORGIVING KIND, Sonny Creech and her brothers, Ross and Trent. Like her daddy, Sonny loves their cotton farm, all three hundred acres of it.  Despite the fact she spends hours doing hot, difficult and unrelenting work,


I don’t remember much about the heat, or the storms we used to have when I was growing up.  Well, there was one incident when my brother and I were picking blackberries from a patch close to our house, and an unexpected clap of thunder


When I was going to school, the end of the year would send me daydreaming about the freedom of summer vacation coming up. I have to be honest, I was a mediocre student, only going to school and getting through the days because it was


One definition of intuition says this, “a thing that one knows or considers likely from instinctive feeling rather than conscious reasoning.” I’ve been a runner for a long time. Thirty years actually, which means lots of time pounding the pavement in different places depending on


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
When you were growing up, was there someone who, for reasons you couldn’t pinpoint, made you uncomfortable, said things you didn’t agree with, or possibly even acted different depending on who was around? I knew a few people like that, and to this day, I


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
THE FORGIVING KIND is set in 1955, when the United States was settling into a post-war era, and consumers were starting to spend money. While researching for the story, I read “consumerism took off.” I suppose after The Great Depression, two world wars, and the


When I was doing the event hosted by Main Street Books the other day, a reader told me how one small bit of incorrect information in a story she’d read some time ago had really bothered her. (not in one of my books – phew!) It


This week, along with the Chapter 3 post, I have revealed the cover for THE FORGIVING KIND.  I was going to wait a little longer until I discovered that it was already out on the web in a few spots. Many of you know, an


I’ve had various incidents in my life that can’t be explained. On a trip to Maine one summer, my family was traveling along the Massachusetts Turnpike when all of us distinctly heard a voice say, “Pull over.” It filled the car – I can still


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