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Photo by twinsfisch on Unsplash It’s my birthday! *blows party horn* When my publisher told me the week my book would release, I couldn’t be more excited! I will always share the birthday of my first book baby with my actual birthday! And guess what? I’ve got a party going on and I want YOU to attend! No matter where you live, you can come to the birthday party to celebrate BOTH of these birthdays! Today is the Facebook Release Party for KEEN thrown by my publisher, L2L2 Publ

Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash Another year, another challenge! *throws confetti* For the past two years, I’ve given you all a challenge: In honor of my birthday, write a flash fiction story in as many words as I am years old! Which, of course, means I need to tell you how old I am. *shifts gaze side-to-side* This year, you’ll be writing a flash fiction story in 20 words! *blink, blink* Kidding! *tosses more confetti* No, I’m not turning twenty. But I certainly feel like it

Happy Birthday to me! *Blows out candles and grabs a present* Last year I challenged my readers to write a Flash Fiction story in honor of my birthday! It was so much fun–you can read some of those great stories here–that I’ve decided to do it again! Yippee!! *Throws confetti* Sooo, put on those creative thinking caps and get writing! I challenge you to write a story in 43 words or less, following the theme: Birthday. (Why 43 you ask? Hrmmm…that’s how old I am! Tee hee.) I’ll

Happy Independence Day, friends! I hope this post finds you doing something fun to celebrate our nation’s birthday. In the past, our family has celebrated by going to a nearby park to eat a picnic supper and play games with friends, then finishing the night by watching the Lititz fireworks. Alas, we are in a new state, so we shall see what sort of tradition(s) we create to party! What about you? What is your favorite way to celebrate the Fourth of July? ** Is there a party yo

Gracie watched wax melt down the sides of the candles. Twelve in all. Small puddles formed in the chocolate frosting of the cake, a flicker of the flame as she sighed. “Make your wish and blow them out,” Aunt Hildy said with a smug smile. The wish. Gracie always wished the same wish. If only it could come true. If only the family wasn’t cursed. Another sigh. She blew them out with a frown. How many years had she celebrated this birthday? Her aunt cut the cake as Gracie walked