Author Elite Awards Update: Round 2 for Grandma’s Sock Drawer

Thank you to all who have supported Grandma’s Sock Drawer during these past months of competition!

It appears that your votes have carried Grandma’s Sock Drawer successfully through the first cut!

Now, Grandma’s Sock Drawer is a finalist under the Young Adult Fiction 2021 category on the Author Elite website.

You can find and vote for Grandma’s Sock Drawer on the first page of the Author Elite website. Here, voters are allowed to vote for their favorite book multiple times per day, every day, as often as you wish. All you have to do is exit the Author Elite site and your browser, re-enter and vote again.

This final round of voting closes on October 21, 2021.

Thanks for voting Grandma’s Sock Drawer into this final round of competition.

I hope you will continue to see Grandma’s Sock Drawer to a brilliant finish.

My continued gratitude for your votes.

Amazing Bubbles

Here are some fanciful thoughts about bubbles that I wrote during the Picture Book Marathon month this past February. I hope it brings a smile to your face!

Bubbles are amazing!

          They come in every size. 

               Teeny bubbles in a jar,

                    Bubbles big as grapes swirl within the kitchen sink.

                         From giant wand, even bubble elephants take flight. 

Bubbles are like butterflies they come, but do not stay. 

            They float and drift upon the breeze, 

                        and then they disappear.

Bubbles are so friendly.

            They’re always up and never down.

                        They stay to work or play, alone or in a crowd.

Through my straw, 

            they scramble, 

                        climb, and burst within my glass of milk.

                                    I take a breath to laugh, then send them climbing up again.

I like bubbles and they like me. 

     They shake my hand and tickle my toes when I am in the tub. 

           They help me make a beard that grows and grows.

                        Complete with mustache under my nose.

Bubbles are amazing!

            All throughout the day,

                        They sparkle their wide smile at me,

                                    And chase the blues away.

Please Vote: Grandma’s Sock Drawer Nominated for the Author Elite Awards

I am excited to announce that Grandma’s Sock Drawer has been nominated for the 2021 Author Elite Awards and I would love for you to cast a vote for my book!

Please visit https://authoreliteawards.com and click on the red button that says “Vote Now” – it will take you to the voting page – once here, you will be on the 1st page for the Young Adult category (1/12), just scroll down, and click on my book cover to choose Grandma’s Sock Drawer.

You may vote daily. I greatly appreciate your support! The Author Elite Awards is sponsored by Igniting Souls in connection with the Author Elite Academy.

Sand or Snow? I Don’t Know

Here’s a picture book I worked on this past February during Picture Book Marathon Month. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Sand or Snow? I Don’t Know

     I hold my little pail and the shovel that goes with it. 

     I’m looking out the window, now, and watching all the rain come down.

     If I could, I wonder what I’d wish for.

     Sand or Snow?

     I don’t know.

To wish for sand, the sun is out.

     It’d be shorts and swimsuit warm. 

     “Ooh! Ahh!”  I’d cry, tip-toe running across the fiery sand.

     Bare feet would wobbly slide as I pick my spot on shifting sand to sit. 

    Then, scoop and pour, scoop and pour, I’d fill my pail in time with clapping waves. 

     Dry sand sweetly sifts through fingers slightly spread, but disappears in tightened fist.

     Dry sand is not so good for throwing. The wind spits its teeny bits back in my eyes and hair.

     Wet sand goes splat, unless molded into a colossal castle defended by a  watery moat. 

     From crumbling castle towers my flags of flapping grass would proudly fly. 

     Sand is good for burying things, like toes, and twigs, and shells and things.

     When fun is done, sand hates to see me go.

     It clings with tiny, gritty bits. 

     It tries to hide between my toes and sneak away with me.

     I’ll miss it, too. 

     I promise, with my good-bye, to come and see it soon.

     To wish for snow the sun may shine, but shivery temperatures blow. 

     I’d wrap in winter wear. My mouth and nose and eyes are all that meet the air.

     Boot stomping and snow crunching, powerfully I march forward.

     Shovel and pank, shovel and pank, my pail is filled with white. My castles and their towers, now, are frosty, dazzling bright.

     I lay and flap in crystal white, my shadow, now a sparkling angel. 

     If I throw dry snow, and in my face it blows, it disappears against my cheek with a teensy, wet, cold kiss.

     Floating flakes alight on lashes, hat, and scarf. Or tickle tongue with speck of icy melting lace. 

     Snow is best for making balls and forts filled with frozen laughs of battles bold.

     Or roll a ball to build a single friend, tall or small, or build a crowd to play around.

     Snow, my mittens sog and tumbles over boot tops to numb my toes below.

     Snow clings in creases between scarf and neck, diving in white and turning out wet.

     Cold forces me to go where snow can’t follow.

     Separated by a pane of glass, I whisper my promise to return. 

     Sometimes snow must go before I come. 

     To miss it less, it leaves a good-bye gift, of puddles to splash or mud for some squishy, squashy fun.

     What is my wish?

     Sand or snow?     I don’t know.

The Dandelion Prayer: Celebrating National Poetry Month

Spring is in the air! 


Even through Michigan snowflakes the daylight is longer and the buds are bursting forth.


April is National Poetry month and I’d like to share one of mine with you.

The Dandelion Prayer

Dear Lord, let me be as a dandelion in your service:

Redeemed by your blood from weedy origins,

Small, yet bright, face always to the Son,

            Despised  by the world, yet, bouquet of choice to child and pocket-poor.

Not requiring notice of royal tables,

Blooming without invitation, spreading without borders.

Eager, quick, the first to herald winter’s defeat and promises of the comfort of spring.

Always dependent on your living water, wilting instantly without  its constant flow.

Steadfast, straight, tall, unwavering in your Truth.

Grabbing ground with fragile root in slightest cracks of unbelief.

Stubbornly refusing that one should miss the freedom of your grace.

Enduring reproach, resistant to attack,

Humbly opening and closing, daily showing forth your golden goodness
     until with one last unfolding of splendid sphere of white,

Your final wind scatters the seeds of your love through my life.

Then silence, moments of breathless calm,

Awake to life anew and strong.

                                                                                              

Christmas Can’t Be Stopped

As Christmas fast approaches, three Christmas Eve stories come to mind.

In 1843 Charles Dickens wrote his classic, A Christmas Carol. Scrooge learns lessons from Marley and the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and  Yet to Come. These culminate in a changed life.

O. Henry wrote a short story in 1906 called, “The Gift of the Magi”. A young married couple, deeply in love, but poor, seek a gift to give to each other. Between them they have two treasures, her beautiful long hair and his watch, a family heirloom. Through their selfless love, each sacrifices their treasure to buy a gift for the other. She, selling her hair to buy a chain for his watch. He, selling his watch to buy beautiful combs for her hair. 

Dr. Seuss’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas, written in 1957, recounts the escapades of the Grinch as he tries to stop Christmas from coming to the Whos down in Who-ville. As the Grinch waited to hear the “BOO-HOO” he was shocked.

“Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!”
“He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME!”

“Mankind is my business.” Marley told Scrooge. 
Christmas is about gifts given in love. 
It is, as Grinch said, “Maybe Christmas…perhaps… means a little bit more!” 

Christmas can’t be stopped. 
I am thankful for the greatest gift given on the very first Christmas. 
A gift of love for all mankind.
I will try to do as Scrooge pledged to, “…honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.”

2020 Novel Writing Month Completed

What an exciting month of writing November held for me. I chose to work on the prequel to Grandma’s Sock Drawer.

As expected, the writing journey had its moments when ideas seemed stale, action stalled out, characters became boring.

I’d say to myself, “You’re the one writing this thing! If you don’t like what’s happening, change it!”

I’d remind myself that writing Nano is more exploring, than settling down.
At the end of the month, if I like the story, I can work to make it the best. Nothing has to be permanent in the first draft. Everything can be improved. Thinking like this keeps me hopeful and excited about the story.

Even so, there were times I had to keep slogging along.
Then something clicked and things started to pick up momentum.
The story flew from my fingers through the last two weeks of November.

Characters asserted themselves on the page. (One day, for instance, my main character sat down and sobbed her heart out! I was so surprised!)

I found myself visiting familiar places with new twists.
Farms in need of planting,

meadows thick with wild, purple lupine flowers,

and spiraling tunnels in dark, echoing caves.

I crossed the Nano finish line of 50,000 words, plus, on the 27th.
But the story wasn’t finished, yet.

On December 2nd, the first draft was finally completed.
The thrill of accomplishing the Nano goal was surpassed by the excitement that I have for the beginnings of my prequel for Grandma’s Sock Drawer.

Yes, I have crossed the Nano finish line.

But only to start again.
A new goal.
A new energy.
A new commitment.
Polish this new story until it will shine in the hearts of readers.

I can’t wait to get started!

Meet me at the 2020 Virtual Author Fair!

I’m excited to be a part of the Rochester Hills Public Library 2020 Virtual Author Fair which is being presented in partnership with Rochester Writers. This is the first time I have done something like this and it’s been a fun adventure. I recently did an interview on Zoom and then this recording will be aired on the weekend after Thanksgiving in honor of Shop Small Saturday. This will take place on Saturday, November 28, 2020 and Sunday, November 29, 2020 beginning at 11:00 a.m. both days. I hope you get a chance to tune in and listen to all of the fascinating interviews with all of the participating authors. Check it out here!

Here is the description from the Rochester Hills Public Library:


Join us online for the second annual Author Fair with RHPL and Rochester Writers. Nearly thirty local authors will be featured in recorded interviews that will debut on RHPL’s YouTube channel on Small Business Saturday, November 28 and Sunday, November 29. 

Beginning Monday, November 30, the library will release each interview independently on its social media channels, including YouTube, Facebook, and Instagram. The interviews will feature a Q/A with the selected authors, as well as links to their social media channels and websites. Authors may read from their books or offer a creative interpretation of their published materials. 

These authors cover a variety of genres and are both traditionally and self-published. PLEASE NOTE: The YouTube links will not be live until Saturday, November 28 and Sunday, November 29. 


I love that we are supporting local authors with this event and sharing stories, wisdom, and insight with our communities. Normally it would be an in-person event; the virtual event this year is providing unexpectedly delightful benefits. It’s going to be a great weekend and I hope to see you at the fair!

National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) 2020

Write a novel in a month?

Crazy, right?

The challenge is to write your story in 50,000 words, in just one month. 

1,667 words per day for 30 days.

It’s up to you what you want to write about.

Besides the total word count, NaNoWriMo writing has one basic rule: No Editing!

November is the time: To Write.

If you like your story at the end of November, then you can edit. 

But for November, just enjoy writing. 

Always move forward. 

Don’t look back.

It’s exciting, frustrating, tiring, invigorating, revealing, requires discipline, and perseverance.

It’s crazy!

And I can’t wait to start!

Grandma’s Sock Drawer featured in SCBWI BookStop

I am excited to announce that my debut YA novel, Grandma’s Sock Drawer, is now being featured in the SCBWI, Society of Children’s Books Writers & Illustrators, BookStop.

The 2020 BookStop opened up on October 6 and offers visitors the chance to browse over 1,000 new picture books, middle grade, and young adult novels written and/or illustrated by SCBWI members. Buying a book not only supports book creators, but indie bookstores as well. The BookStop store will be until November 30. Check out my page here:

As a member of SCBWI, I have found the organization to be very helpful in my writing and publishing process. The Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators, a nonprofit 501(c)3 organization, is the only professional organization specifically for individuals who write and illustrate for children and young adults. Our mission is to support the creation and availability of quality children’s books in every region of the world.

My first goal was to publish my debut novel, Grandma’s Sock Drawer, and then it was important for me to share it in the SCBWI BookStop. It feels wonderful to have reached another milestone on my journey as an author and I am very grateful for everyone who has supported me along the way.

#SCBWIBookStop 2020 is officially open. Start browsing all books here:

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