Latest Release:  Samantha's Cravings

Mini-novel Focuses on One Woman's Fear of Loving Again

Cassandra Black (a/k/a Amber Creek) has released a new novella entitled Loving a Texan from New Orleans. The mini-novel focuses on one woman's fear of loving again.

Cassandra Black has released a new novella entitled Loving a Texan from New…

I hope your day is going well. Feeling really blessed this morning, enjoying this life I've carved out  for myself, in spite of so many things.  Of course, money's always a little tight; haven't "made it" yet; but feeling so rich in so many things, and if God took me tomorrow, I would not regret one iota of today.

I hope this is life for you, too. If not, maybe consider changing some things ... I…

Magic is bubbling up here at Laundry Line Divine.

This song has been singing me all week.

I woke up Sunday morning singing it, then as I stepped in to my studio I saw this:…

Breaking Glass Ceilings – (aka Revving up your Creative Mojo)

All writers have one thing in common; they have all tapped into the vein of the infinite with their imagination. Imagination changes the shape of our world, and often, as a writer, we can see things with our imaginations that are hints of a world beyond the senses. Who can say where this amazing skill and gift comes from, which can manipulate the mind to create magic from thin air? But regardless of how open the flow…

On a lovely day almost forty years ago I drove south from my new home in Winslow, Arkansas, intent on revisiting my childhood past. Though Highway 71 had changed a lot, I had no trouble at all recognizing Old Creek Road. Back in the early days it was rutted and narrow and meandered through the remote hollow where more than a dozen families lived. I turned off with some reluctance. This would be hard, for what I had always known was gone. Deep down in the valley where the sun only shines a…

I'm gonna do it...wade into the deep end where it feels like my feet can't quite touch the sandy bottom and I'm not quite sure the water will carry me. I'm talking about blogging folks. Usually I'm quite careful about my blogging...what with the words going out into cyber space for ever and ever...but fresh country brings fresh courage, I guess...my only net this week will be the backspace button as I take up the self-imposed challenge of blogging daily, direct to internet, from the…

I'm sitting, waiting for my Sunday services to start.

I'm in a peaceful, wonderful place.

Quiet hymns are playing.

People are about me, speaking in hushed, reverent tones.

My mind is centred on things spiritual.

Not.

Okay, everyone else around me is probably having spiritual thoughts.

I'm remembering my most embarrassing moment in church.

Does that say something about me?

Moving on . . .

In our church, the speakers every…

I finally moved into my new place last weekend. It was exciting. And frustrating. And exhausting.

Everything a move should be, right?

My husband and I deluded ourselves into thinking that this move was going to be easy, and that made it all the worse. Thanks to his job, we had movers to do the heavy lifting and to pack/unpack all the boxes. It was going to be so awesome. And then it wasn't.

First, our little studio apartment did not give us much room to work in once all…

If you’re a working mom, you know it can be difficult to keep that work-life balance. It’s common to feel as though working isn’t the best thing for your children, but the truth is you are teaching your children valuable lessons. Although you may feel as though working is hindering your ability to teach your children…

Young Adult-

-Loved it cause it was in Minnesota and I love Minnesota

-The dog was cute.

-Her friend that painted action figures and who got disabled from high school alums was endearing.

-Gonna have to start following Patton Oswalt on Twitter…

16 Online Resources for Escaping/Healing from Violence Against Women

Mistakes can teach us, but only if we make them and if we let them.

http://www.pamwrites.net/2011/10/14/execute-fear-of-failure-mine-your-mistakes/

I wrote this poem right after September 11, 2001. It felt like my heart was ripped apart and 10 years later, the pain still feels so raw and exposed.

I don’t understand that kind of hate.

But today, I am reposting the last poem I wrote. Will I write another? I don’t know and part of me does not care. September Mourn was my chance to let it out all over the paper. When I read it, it makes me cry. Not because I am such a great writer, but because I have lost…

The Forgiving Remnant                 

For many the remnant and impact of 9/11 is as vivid as the day it happened. …