The stems stood tall and straight, one series arranged in a single line, the other in a crudely shaped heart, the final one in the shape of the letter U. I love you.
Lurlene McDanielhanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather's throat, while a breeze from th sea pushed her thick hair away from her face. tears trickled unchecked down her cheeks.
Lurlene McDanielOld characters never die, but I do need to take a break from them in order to create new ones.
Lurlene McDanielI wanted to write about the third world and had the opportunity to go live in the trenches, so to speak.
Lurlene McDanielYou know not every book has to have a happy ending, but it has to have a satisfying ending.
Lurlene McDanielWhat really grabs me is when a reader writes to express her personal story and how a book helped her situation, or her acceptance of a situation she can't change. I read some sad cases in my snail and electronic mail. I respond to all I can, affirming that they are the true heroes of life because they are fighting through adversity and surviving.
Lurlene McDaniel