There is something about this couch that does not allow the dogs to snooze with any dignity. All three end up contorted in one way or another when they get that coveted spot.
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The Evolution of TJ Wilde: Underway, Pt 1

Boston is one of my favorite cities and my home for many years. Underway was born, not of my adventures there, but a week of new and unexpected adventures not long after I published Run Aground. My friend and I were driving around, exploring possible locations for Underway, when we came across the SoWa (South Washington) Art District. We stepped into the world I’d envisioned, yet didn’t know existed.
There TJ could find her new home, new work and maybe a new life.
Another day, exploring our old stomping grounds, I point out across the water and ask, “are those the islands you used to camp out on as a kid?” She tells me no, that the island where the old hospital is, that was in use for various things until the bridge to the island was demolished.
After I got over the shock of never having realized that after decades of walking the beach across from it, I knew it would have a starring role in the book.
Underway opens in Boston, where TJ feels most at home. Back to where she was happy. Back to where she could heal from all that had come before. It also had the advantage of steady employment and a loft apartment. Oh, and her best friend in the world.
But of course, it could not be that easy, could it?
Colby: I’m not giving up on us. XO
Healing Our Food – Healing the Planet

Tomato Cucumber Queso Fresco Salad, recipe can be found here
We are at a time where we wonder not only what food is safe to eat, but also healthy. Healthy foods start with healthy soil, that include meat and poultry.
Up, Up and Away
I so needed this day out. It has felt like most of the summer has been stuck at home recovering with some serious restrictions. Not complaining, happy to be on the mend, but definitely needed a fun morning out.
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The Evolution of TJ Wilde: Run Aground, Pt 3
…and then the murders began.
Each chapter was sent out to family and friends, just so I wasn’t writing in a void. I needed their feedback, which I accepted gratefully. What I also got were demands for the next chapter and the next. Five chapters in, I realized I was indeed, writing a novel. Besides, by that time, TJ, Colby, Nick, et al, were very much alive for me and I wanted to see how their stories would end. For some, not so great…






