Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Two hundred three thousand miles. Eighty-three days in the air. Nineteen countries. One girl. Where were you in 1989? Available on all Amazon platforms ..read more

Seventy-seven years ago today, my Granny went into labor with her thirteenth child and a day later, a baby boy was born in the bed my Grandparents shared, on the ground floor of a tenement building in Glasgow. When my Father was a toddler, his sixteen-year-old sister succumbed to Tuberculosis. Two years later, another beloved teen daughter was lost to the same disease. I can’t imagine the intense grief my Grandparents felt, all while raising the curious wee boy with the big green eyes and dark curls that would eventually catch my Mother’s eye. A third set of twins were born (only one survived ..read more

Wishing you all good health and cheer as we approach the end of this incredibly strange year. Thank you for the amazing support on the publication of Tales from a Wee Scottish Village. I’m hard at work on my next book and look forward to sharing it with you soon but for now, let’s enjoy the festivities as much as we can ..read more

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Very happy to announce my collection of short stories, based in and around the village in Scotland, where my parents lived, is available for sale. With a cast of local characters, and shenanigans galore, it’s the perfect trip to Scotland, without leaving home!   ..read more

November 17th, 1990 At home, England Just got off the phone with David and I wish he hadn’t called. He’s been gung-ho about me spending Thanksgiving with his family and we’ve discussed the details over and over, but then tonight, he had the audacity to say, “You know, I’ve been thinking.” Uh-oh, I thought. In my experience, those words are usually followed by words that bring tears, not necessarily in a joyous way. “I think it’s too soon.” “What is?” I asked, fearing I already knew the answer. “Too soon for you to spend the holiday with my family.” “Oh,” I uttered, a lump quickly forming in my ..read more