If you truly want to see your name published on a book cover, there are five steps you should take before you finish your final manuscript.

Whether it is a new year, a season or a birthday, each milestone acts as a period of reflection: natural alarms that remind us to take inventory on where we currently are in our lives and where we want to be.

One of the unexpected gifts of this social distancing season is that most mornings, I now get to go for a long walk outside.

When she could not find the type of books she wanted for her two sons, Helen Kimbrough founded her own independent publishing company and now helps others create beautiful stories.

I have been asking my friend and WF&S coach, Meg Robertson, to write a blog about Courage. I think she has a lot of it…

When it comes to homelessness, there is no more heartbreaking aspect than children experiencing this trauma. In Charlotte, there is one woman who has been on the front lines of serving this need for thirty years: Deronda Metz.

My neighbor, a decorator, was moving down the street and looking to get rid of her living room sofa. Every few years, she said, she sold her furniture and started over. I couldn’t imagine that as in my family we spend years collecting things and savoring their stories, and we rarely part with our treasures.

In a year where the daily news reminds us of all that is frightening and perilous in our world, it is especially comforting to stumble across a story that is quite frankly, miraculous.

It was a rookie writer’s mistake that cost me a lot. I was so busy creating I forgot the very practical—always back up. To the cloud. To a hard drive. To a thumb drive. Somewhere. years.

Eighteen months ago, Priscilla Chapman, Lesley Faulkner, and Mary Beth Hollett did not know each other although each had lived in Charlotte for years.

While you cannot control all that you might be missing, you can reframe how you see this season. By setting an intention to give someone else a little joy, you can be sure your holidays will be brighter.

One block off busy East Boulevard in Dilworth, there is a quiet green and white house that is home to hundreds of women from all over the world as well as some pretty special Charlotteans.

They say doing good feels good. And it’s true.

This summer, I spent time with my favorite teenager. For those of you reading this who don’t know, this young lady is not my biological child – I don’t have any biological children.

Although most of you reading this will be celebrating Thanksgiving this Thursday, my family’s major feast already happened on Thursday, November 5th.

My dad died 22 years ago this week. Even as I write that sentence, I don’t believe it, yet I know it to be true. It is hard to imagine that the man who so loved his four granddaughters never saw them grow up.

This month, I found out the manuscript I have been writing for three years was rejected not by one publisher, but by eight publishing houses. It was, to say the least, a huge disappointment.

The Confetti Hearts wall became an instant Charlotte hit as people captured their love of dogs, kids, babies, and friendships in front of Evelyn’s larger-than-life hearts creating the perfect background for joy. Evelyn loves seeing it all especially the proposals and engagements.

The primary reason why we hear so many women say they can't pursue their dream is that they don't have the time. So I'm going to share with you why I thought I didn't have the time because I think maybe some of you may be feeling that too.

Although she taught school and was involved in special education for over 32 years in Georgia, Angela Kidd Vinson was always known as Ms. Vinson to her students. But in choosing her “pen name” for her long-awaited children’s book, Angela selected a very different name: Dr. Annie May.