The mind can play tricks on us, usually when we’re at our most vulnerable.  I told a story a while back on the blog here about traveling home late one night.  I remember I was really tired, and driving along on two lane country road,


I’ve already mentioned parts of THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET have some historic fact, and it was the flood in western North Carolina in 1940 that became the launch point for my story. A flood is something I’ve only recently become a little more intimately familiar


Years ago, my husband to be and I went on a hike in Doughton Park.  If you click on the link you’ll see a list of trails for the some thirty miles one can wander through, and never get lost.  (see what I did there?) 


Welcome to First Sentence Friday for THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET! When I set out to write this story, I knew I wanted it to take place in one of my favorite spots to visit, the Appalachian region of North Carolina.  This area is stunningly beautiful


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