Margaret's Blog
When I started writing my new novel, Joyous Lies, my main character, Maelle, popped into my head. Brought up on the organic farm of her hippie grandparents, Maelle feels an affinity…
Whether it is turkey or chicken, I’m going with home-made stuffing. My grandmother’s recipe, with onions, apples, walnuts, and thyme.
In this seemingly endless moment of pandemic and political news blaring from every corner, I needed to calm myself. I turned, not to the bottle or another slice of sourdough…
You're the first to see this beautiful cover for my new novel, Joyous Lies.
Drum roll please! Today I launch my new website. Thanks to webmaster extraordinaire, Margaret Carson, this site will be easy to navigate, talk about the writing life, ...
As we move slowly, six feet apart from each other, through the coronavirus pandemic, I’m reminded of another pandemic.
When I was a child, I used to imagine the years of life as a ladder. Each rung represented a year, and in my imagination, the rungs had different colors.
For the love of the Irish! Even though I never met my three long-gone Irish great-great-grandmothers, I like to imagine them making soda bread.
My publisher, The Wild Rose Press, has authors from all over the world. Perhaps unique among publishers, it encourages friendship between its authors through an email loop.
Why Little Women Endures: How A Woman Who Hated Sex Keeps Us Reading
At Christmas time, we ate chicken. This was a rare treat for us. Not that we were vegetarians, far from it.
The trouble with labor-saving devices is that often they create labor. Take, for example, my electric stand mixer.