A Guide to Practical Sex Magic

Real Magic As we’re in this Halloween season and people talk freely of ghosts and magic I’d like to make a confession of my own. I believe in magic. Real magic of course. Carl Sagan, the famous scientist and educator, once famously said: “What an astonishing thing a book is. It's a flat object made [...]

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4 Ways To Banish Sex Guilt and Shame

I am not a sex therapist. I am a mom and a wife and a woman and a lover. My advice and opinions don’t come under the endorsement of a degree nor am I qualified to give you therapy. Unless it’s massage 🙂 But then again, this is free. So I suppose I’m doing as [...]

Would You Read Horror Erotica?

I have always delighted in scary and creepy things much to my husband's delight. In fact, our first date ever was to a horror movie. I love the macabre and creepy. My husband used to work for a mortuary when we were first married and I'd make some extra money by helping him clean the [...]

The Football Dare

I grew up in a football home. My dad coached little-league and all my brothers played. I was a cheerleader on the sidelines for all their games. I was not very good. I was the football girl. You know, the one who actually understood the game and had an opinion about what was going on. [...]

The Struggle of Misconceptions

I have a struggle to confess to my readers. When an author writes about crime stories, or murder stories, in particular, no one asks that author if they actually go out and kill people when they're not writing. They're able to distinguish what the author writes from the author's life. But when an author writes [...]

The Magic of Dance

Please enjoy this excerpt from my short story, The Dancer: The room made all of my senses work overtime to function normally. “Do you see how powerful that woman is?” Sister McLeod said. It was difficult to hear her over the loud throbbing of music and cheering. The darkness of the club and the flashing [...]

The Service Project . . . An excerpt

Please enjoy this excerpt from my short story, The Service Project.  We passed the word around the quorum that week that we’d meet Saturday morning to take care of Sister Claire’s yard. It was met with the usual half committed grumbles and litany of excuses. Come Saturday morning, I found myself pushing my lawnmower down the [...]