“Chrome, Connella, I remembered Little Jimmy today,” Dinky said excitedly. “Who is Little Jimmy, Dinky,” Connella asked curiously “Little Jimmy, lived at the old stable with me. I didn’t see him much at first, for her was very sick, Connella. We all overheard the...

In the general scheme of things, one might wonder why a writer would build a world populated with mice and write about it. I don’t usually discuss my personal life or problems with many. But this time I’m going to tell you the truth behind The Mice of Barnville...

When I first decided to write Whispers on the Wind, it was to be a short, sweet romance story for Christmas. It morphed into a novel. My characters decided to take me along on a journey through legends, myths, and time. I wanted to stretch myself, and to write...

Today, I honor the work of all authors who have given us the beauty of their imaginations and the worlds they build. I’d like to give a big shout-out to all the authors who write to all the authors who put in so much research into their writing. Although I did a lot...

I often watch Dinky standing alone in the backfield looking out into the woods just as he did as a baby. He is fourteen now and still, there is at times that lost lonely little boy staring off into the distance, and I wonder what is he thinking? Is he remembering once...

After being taken from his mother within the first few hours of his life, Dinky was moved from place to place always wondering about his fate. Would he end up at the tanner’s, sold at auction, left to die on the side of the road, or from lack of proper nutrition? He...

Approximately forty-thousand foals are born a year, of these no one knows how many need a nurse mare or how many nurse mare foals are born, how many are rescued and how many die without ever knowing life or what it means to become a horse, have a mother, or be a part...

Dawn Rises the sequel to The Divide Series brings us hope after fifteen years of despair. When all rights were taken away from women, children, and anyone who was not rich and white. The suburbs and small towns destroyed, the rich walled themselves into the upper town...

Atop a hill, a citadel stood For a brief, moment in time It gleamed a light of hope. A shining light upon the hill The chance of freedom from despair Its rooms filled with grace, dignity and laughter From inside, intelligence and wit touched the world History will...

In the last fifteen or so years much has been talked about and learned of the practice of breeding a mare for its milk, so that it can be rented out to feed a high-dollar mare’s foal. The mare’s foal considered ‘junk’ is often killed or tossed aside, sometimes making...

The elite of the horse world are the high-dollar mares. They are show animals or racing animals, bringing high dollars for their foals because they have a history of excellence and winning. For them, time is money and it's important that the mare be kept busy birthing...