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February 28, 2019

Do you ever feel like there are different incarnations of yourself? I do. Because the Connie I am now is not the Connie I was when I was younger. But which incarnation is the real me?

Is it the 8-year-old version, filled with boundless energy, absorbing everything aroun...

February 4, 2019

I’m thrilled to announce publication of my second Time Travel novel, “The Going Back Portal.” This one features a producer for a TV investigative news team who travels back to 1840. There, along the banks of the Broad River in rural Georgia, she interacts with a young...

January 7, 2019

    Publication of my seventh novel is just weeks away. It's my second time travel novel. The Going Back Portal is set in present-day Atlanta and Athens, GA, and 1840s northeast Georgia.

    Here's a very brief excerpt from early in the book to whet your...

December 6, 2018

As I head down the homestretch on my latest novel, I’ve been thinking about cornbread. Growing up, I thought cornbread was a southern invention. Silly me. Europeans learned to cook cornbread from American Indians. Including the Cherokee Indians who lived in the southea...

October 31, 2018

Ah, the good old days. When using the bathroom meant taking a little hike to the outhouse. Or sliding a chamber pot out from under the bed during the night so you could do your business. Ah, the good old days. Har har har!

Working on my latest novel, which is set partly...

October 3, 2018

While researching Cherokee Indians for my forthcoming novel, I was struck by how their traditional names always meant something. Their names could also change as they got older. A baby might start life being called Dustu (Spring Frog.) Then during childhood gain a new...

September 3, 2018

Well, I took the leap this summer, spitting in a tube, sending it off to have my DNA tested. I was really hoping I might have at least a tiny bit of Native American blood in my background. My father used to say he thought he had Cherokee Indian ancestors on his mother’...

August 2, 2018

It’s August. Hot as blazes here in Atlanta. Boy, howdy, am I thankful for air conditioning! I’m also thankful I don’t have to wear long dresses with bloomers and petticoats underneath, maybe a corset too, and lace-up boots. No wonder women used to faint!

Nineteenth cent...

July 5, 2018

Chapter 1 – Over a hundred years ago, my great-grandparents planted fig trees around their house in rural northeast Georgia. I wish I knew where they got the cuttings. Maybe from her parents’ house or maybe his parents’ house. Several decades later, their son, my grand...

June 5, 2018

If you’ve read my books, you may have noticed I include journalists in every one of them. There’s a reason for that. I worked as a radio journalist for a long time. It’s a job I enjoyed (most of the time.) Admittedly, I’ve never been a foreign correspondent or a Washin...

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