2015 BooksandAuthors.com BOOK OF THE YEAR
2016 Kindle Book Review Semifinalist
John E Weaver Excellent Read Award
One shot fired deep in the pine forests of her youth was all it took to change Hattie's life forever. At the age of fourteen, Hattie learns that her mother, Addie, is dead, and her father, Hubbard, stands accused of Addie's murder, along with countless other shocking betrayals. Overnight, Hattie becomes mother to her three siblings while still very much a child herself.
The life she had dreamt of now seems impossible to achieve. How will Hattie break away from the father who prevents her from living the life she desperately wants? Will her heart ever be able to heal in the height of The Great Depression?
The Phone Call
As published in Chicken Soup for the Military Wife's Soul
"Is this Mrs. Smith?" an unidentified male's voice asked me over the phone.
I cautiously answered yes. Was this the phone call I have been dreading since March? For a moment, I thought I was going to be sick.
Then, the best words I have ever heard came through the receiver. "Smith, your wife's on the phone."
At 5:20 a.m. on April 18, my heart leapt to my throat. I had not heard my husband's voice since Feb. 16. For a moment I wondered if his voice would sound the same. I wondered if I remembered his voice at all.
Immediately, what seemed to be a thousand questions flew through my head. The news channel I am now addicted to had not reported anything from his brigade in a week. "Where are you? How are you? Have you been able to shower? Are you eating? Do you miss me? What has taken you so long to call?"
As published in the
News of the death spread quickly throughout Huet’s Point. It moved in whispers across porches and through open parlor windows. Near dusk, it escaped prim lips and landed in Ellie Weever’s ears as she walked home from Hodges General Store.
The next morning, Ellie rose early, before dawn, and dressed by lamplight, eager to welcome her guests. With every button of her bodice secured and her apron tied around her slight waist, she carried the lamp from her bedroom, down the stairs, and through the kitchen.
She listened to the ticking of the parlor clock, floating past the furniture and sparse décor of her home. It crept around darkened doorways and over the wooden floor. The sound seemed to grow louder against the silence of the house. Troubled by the ticking and the quiet, Ellie walked to the pantry. She was filling her pockets with peppermints when she heard the banging on the death door.
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Going Against Tribe
As published in The Lagniappe
I’ve voted for a Republican. Once. I’m about to vote for a Republican again.
So, what, in this age of tribalism when American voters choose a side and pledge their undying loyalty, would make me turn toward the other team? Not what, but who.
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I spent my childhood exploring the shores of Mobile Bay with my three siblings. As a teen in Mobile, Alabama, my grandmother told me the gripping story of an adolescence spent in 1930’s rural Alabama, the rumors surrounding her parents, and the murder trial that would alter her life. The tale took root until at last it became The Woods at Barlow Bend, my debut novel.
While attending the University of South Alabama, where I earned a BFA in Theatre Arts, I met Jay, the husband. We spent fifteen years moving here and there with the Army. Jay chased the bad guys, and I chased my dream of becoming a storyteller. Along the way I earned my Master's and had one baby—a little boy who turns me into a puddle with a flash of blue eyes and bright grin. In 2016, we bid military life farewell and moved home. Now, I spend my days writing and editing and my nights in the land of Legos and superheroes.
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