Sunrise, Sunset

Lately, the song Sunrise, Sunset from The Fiddler on the Roof has been playing in my mind.

 Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play? I don’t remember growing older. When did they?

 When did she get to be a beauty? When did he grow to be so tall? Wasn’t it yesterday when they were small?

Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly fly the years. One season following another. Laden with happiness and tears…

I guess I’m feeling nostalgic because another milestone is approaching. Eighteen years ago this week I set out on the greatest journey of my life. A baby boy came into the world, and he became my world.


Sunrise, sunset, and my beautiful baby became a rambunctious little boy. So many memories fill my mind, this week. Sunny Sunday afternoons when we’d take his little red wagon along the bicycle trail, hunting for crickets and grasshoppers and acorns. Rainy days spent inside making puppets and endless hours of playing Batman until I thought I’d lose my mind. Oh, but I’d take those days back in a minute…

Sunrise, sunset. There were Easter egg hunts, Halloween costumes, Christmas trees and birthday parties. I watched his Little League and La Crosse games.I sat in the auditorium and listened with pride as he read his prize-winning essay. And before I knew it, my little boy was a teenager.

I remember the day he took his driver’s test. I watched as he and the instructor drove off in my car. I waited what seemed an eternity for them to return, not certain whether I wanted the news to be pass or fail. Because in my mind, driving meant driving away…

The journey has not always been easy. The road has not always been smooth. I have not always done the right thing, but I always did the very best I could. I hope he knows that. This week my little boy turns eighteen, and I hope he knows how proud I am of the young man he has become. And that no matter how many years come and go, he will always be my little boy.

Happy Birthday, Noah James. Your mother loves you more than you could know.


Signs of Spring

It’s been a long, cold winter here in western New York. The kind of blustery, bone-chilling winter that starts in early November and makes you cancel your outdoor plans, and throw on an extra sweater, and look longingly through your collection of garden planners. It was the kind of winter that makes you feel like it will be winter for ever and spring will never come again.

We got our first reprieve yesterday, when temperatures soared to 65 degrees. It was wall-to-wall sunshine, and it felt wonderful! Yesterday I noticed a pair of blue birds hovering around the nest box. When I went outside last evening to investigate, I saw that the female had placed precisely two sprigs of pine needles inside the box. Today, when I arrived home from work, I went out to check again. Mama has had a busy day!

Touring the yard, I saw the beginnings of the sixty-five tulips I planted last fall poking up through the ground. Discovering a patch of crocuses nearby, I hurried inside to get my camera…


It made me really happy to see this little honey bee taking advantage of the warm weather and finding nourishment in the crocuses. And who doesn’t love these guys!


Though the temperatures today didn’t come close to the mid-sixties we had yesterday, and there are snow flurries in the forecast for tomorrow, these signs of spring, these lovely gifts of nature, give me hope that indeed, spring really is on its way.

Coming Soon!

When I set out, more than twelve months ago, to write the third installment in my Love on the Lake series, I had no idea what an undertaking it woud be. Aside from the usual distractions of work, running a household, and being a mother, life got in the way in some very unforseen ways. There were family illnesses, personal illnesses, financial difficulties, and even some broken bones. There were happy distractions, too, as my son entered his senior year of high school. There were senior portraits to sit for, varsity sports competitions to cheer at, and colleges to look into. That being said, Sunset Cove was a very challenging book to write. As much as I enjoyed creating these characters and their stories, it took a lot of time and perseverence to get from Chapter One to those glorious words, “The End.” Thanks for your patience, dear readers. I hope you will think Sunset Cove was worth the wait!

Sunset Cove

When the undercover drug operation he is in charge of goes horribly wrong, New York City police officer Chase Alexander turns in his badge and returns to his hometown of Sunset Cove, an emotionally bankrupt man. Desperate to put the past behind him, he takes a job as manager at Shadow Lake Campground and tries to get on with his life. But when the Shadow Lake community is plagued by a rash of drug-related burglaries, Chase feels compelled to get involved, hoping his success in eliminating the drug threat from his home town will help him come to terms with his past failures. He enlists the help of Lacy Kennedy, the beautiful, headstrong waitress at the local diner. She reluctantly agrees to be his eyes and ears in the community, unaware that Chase has a hidden agenda, that she is, in part, the reason for his return. For little does Lacy know that it is only in helping to make her dreams come true that Chase can truly redeem himself.

 On the other side of the lake …

Life has not always been easy for Polly Church. The young bride of an abusive husband, she spent her life living in fear, never knowing the meaning of true love. Freed from Benny’s cruelty by his death, sixty-year-old Polly finally finds peace. A certified wildlife rehabilitator, she lives out her retirement years in her secluded cottage on Shadow Lake, taking pleasure in the blue birds that share her four country acres. But Polly’s placid existence is shattered when she finds herself faced with the challenge of raising her drug addict sister’s teenaged daughter, Wendy. As her relationship with Wendy deteriorates and her health unexpectedly falls apart, Polly finds solace in her lifelong friend, Sammy Delaney. When Sammy hints that he would like more than friendship, Polly is reluctant to take a chance on romance. But though it sometimes arrives when least expected, Polly learns that love always arrives when it is needed the most. With Sammy’s help, Polly discovers hope, wholeness, and the healing power… of love on the lake.

Sunset Cove, Book #3 in the Love on the Lake series coming soon!