My baby boy thinking about getting a treat from Santa.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
In Loving Memory
I'm sorry to say that my father passed away this week. He was strong and healthy for most of his life, but about four months ago, it was discovered that he had lung cancer.
Tomorrow, Dec. 11th, would have been his 83rd birthday. He was a retired truck driver and World War II veteran who enjoyed serving in the navy. He requested that his ashes be sprinkled at sea.
Rest in Peace, Daddy. Happy Birthday in heaven.
This is Dad and Nikki (my son) in November.
Me and Dad, also taken in November.
Dad hamming it up for the camera.
Tomorrow, Dec. 11th, would have been his 83rd birthday. He was a retired truck driver and World War II veteran who enjoyed serving in the navy. He requested that his ashes be sprinkled at sea.
Rest in Peace, Daddy. Happy Birthday in heaven.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
A New Month
Wow! It’s December 1st already. I’m going to San Francisco again this Xmas, so I have less than three weeks to finish proofing the typeset pages of MASQUERADE, polish the completed manuscript of PRIVATE DANCER and get a good start on some new proposals. Oh, and then there’s the holiday cheer…cards, gifts, etc.
At the moment I have a bit of a cold and all I want to do is curl up under my new electric blanket and read a good book. Hmm. Sounds like a plan.
The book? Nalini Singh’s SLAVE TO SENSATION. I’ve been dying to read her psy/changeling series.
At the moment I have a bit of a cold and all I want to do is curl up under my new electric blanket and read a good book. Hmm. Sounds like a plan.
The book? Nalini Singh’s SLAVE TO SENSATION. I’ve been dying to read her psy/changeling series.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Supermarket Story
This was my Facebook status a few days ago. For those of you not on Facebook, I decided to post it here, too.
My fifteen minutes of fame: My son swiped his card at a supermarket in San Francisco and the checker (a big burly dude) sees the name WhiteFeather and asks my son if he is related to the writer. Yep, the checker meant me.
My fifteen minutes of fame: My son swiped his card at a supermarket in San Francisco and the checker (a big burly dude) sees the name WhiteFeather and asks my son if he is related to the writer. Yep, the checker meant me.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Almost Done!
Twenty pages to go to finish my novella! This is more of tweet than a blog post, but I just wanted to announce that. :)
Besides, I don't Twitter.
Besides, I don't Twitter.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Ghosts of Halloween Past
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