Or how I learned about myself through traveling It’s nasty weather here in St. Louis, but at least the days are getting longer. I’m grounded for a little while, with my suitcases put away and my snow shovel out instead. I am not a winter person at all. Even though I don’t mind the clothes,…
Help! No that’s not it. But I don’t have one yet! I’m writing this on the first day of 2025. I’m going to be honest, I don’t know about you, but nothing much feels as if it’s changed overnight minus that I have to write a 5 instead of a 4. In fact, I was…
Coming to bookstores in 2026! A new series set in the Texas Panhandle region.
And a cute story about her Today, Christmas Eve, is my mom’s heavenly birthday, #87 if I’m doing my math correctly. She’s been gone since January 2013. For her 75th birthday we had a huge party and all her family and friends came. Weeks later, she was gone. But don’t worry, this isn’t a sad newsletter….
Or why my daughter thinks I’m sometimes a Scrooge It’s coming up on Christmas, and I’m going to tell you a secret. My youngest daughter says I’m a Scrooge. It’s not that I don’t love Christmas, but I hate decorating. I’m not a fan of hauling out the tree, fluffing the branches, and then putting…
Happy Thanksgiving week for those of you in the United States. When I was teaching English, one of my favorite activities on the Tuesday before the holiday was to have my students write thank you cards. They could pick anyone—a teacher, a friend, a family member, or even an influential adult. They wrote on real,…
Listen to me chat about romance with Bree on the Categorically Romance Podcast! https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-p6mnf-1745168 Episode 304 – ”One Suite Deal: Harlequin Special Edition Author Michele Dunaway”
It’s hockey season, which means my favorite sport is back. I’ve loved ice hockey ever since I was a young girl. Back in 1972, my favorite team was the Boston Bruins because I loved watching Bobby Orr (#4). This distressed my father, who loved the St. Louis Blues, but my dad supported me and played…
(Or how to talk about cat poop) I’m going to tell you about one of my most embarrassing moments. My friends have a joke that all of my stories start with either “one of my former students” or “this one time at the bar.” So this one time at the bar, one of the Blues…
