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Carrie Fisher WAS Princess Leia- a Diplomat for the Curious and Stubborn

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Growing up, our family didn’t have much money. I had what I needed, and never wanted for anything. Christmas was always magical, and Santa always filled my stocking. Coca-Cola commercials were incredibly affectionate, and filled my heart with love. In 1977, I was young, impressionable, and believed in the power of what lie ahead of me. My mom watched Dr. Who on PBS, and sparked my imagination full of wonder and the possibility of “what was out there”, before the X-Files asked the notorious question.
Then, came Star Wars. Oh. My. God. I was hooked, mesmerized, enchanted. This young, small feisty princess wielded a blaster, took charge and pushed the limits of what a Princess could do. She reconfigured in my mind what a girl could do, given the gift of possibilities. I had a new role model, Princess Leia Organa, and new crushes, Han Solo and Luke Skywalker. Honestly, given the choice, Han Solo was the rogue I loved. I mean, who could resist him?
Driving home from the movie theater, which…

Tuesday Tales and More Than a Picture (pic prompt)

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.

A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to a picture prompt. We have 300 words to get your attention.This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, Black Diamond Hearts.

Enjoy!~




“Snow is so mysterious you know?It’s silent and unless you see it coming down, you don’t even realize what’s happening outdoors.”
It’s like some people I know. Matthew wondered how many times he interacted with Laurel before he realized she was there, in the bulk of his day-to-day life, encompassing his existence.“Cool isn’t it?It’s magic to wake up and see everything blanketed in white.I used to love it as a kid.” Matthew opted not to share his heartfelt feelings toward Laurel in such a profound manner.
“I should have warmed up this ca…

Tuesday Tales and What Do You Make of Bar?

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.


A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- bar. This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, No Games, Just Love.

Enjoy!~




















Bearing gifts in hand, I knocked hesitantly on my sister’s door, concerned suddenly with who might answer. Not receiving any response, I turned to leave. What was I thinking showing up unexpectedly in my adult sister’s door on a Saturday morning?
A voice behind me stopped me in my tracks. “Ahh, where are you going? Don’t tell me you’re one of those knock and run type.”
“Hey sis, I woke up early and couldn’t sleep. I suppose I thought everyone should be awake this early too.”
“I’m happy to see you, even if I was still lazy snoozing.”
“I brought you some coffee and a kolache, maybe t…