I'm an aging Boomer who no longer thinks she has all the answers, just persistent questions about almost everything.
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Author Archives: carolynbranch
One of the best things about being a writer is meeting other writers who generously share information, ideas, and inspiration. Jacqui Murray is a writer I met through the A-Z Blogging Challenge in April. In Murray’s latest thriller, U.S. and … Continue reading
Snakes in the Kitchen is on sale for only 99 cents this week, for all ebook readers! That’s exciting news for me, because it means my book will reach more readers. Thank you, Three Creeks Press & Macmillan!
Mama was modest and didn’t usually let anybody watch her get dressed, but on the first day of her new job she called Sissy into the bedroom to help her and I went, too. Mama had a list of everything … Continue reading
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, again. . . Tangled Roots, my mystery novel, hasn’t been selling very well as an ebook. Many of my wonderful friends, relatives, and neighbors bought the paperback edition, and some of you … Continue reading
The county hospital was a low, sprawling building over on the west side, but in a town of 12,000, nothing is very far away, and I was there in less than five minutes. I pulled around back to the emergency … Continue reading
The hallway was mostly empty now, the heavy scent of hamburger and cooked onions hung in the hot humid air. That must be where they were all heading before, to an early supper. When I came around the corner at … Continue reading
I should have known William was bad news the first time he stepped up on Mama’s front porch, on account of he showed up with my cousin Ricky, and everybody knew what all kinds of meanness Ricky was into. But … Continue reading
The A to Z Challenge for April kept me writing every day. The blog posts were a good warm-up for my novel writing sessions and I made progress on The Sanity of Strawberries. Since I am a master procrastinator, the … Continue reading
Every time I see beautiful zinnias in a flower garden, I think of my mother and how much she loved her flowers. She didn’t have very many pretty things to enjoy. When I was child her life was an endless … Continue reading