THE FORGIVING KIND by Donna Everhart
I don’t remember much about the heat, or the storms we used to have when I was growing up.  Well, there was one incident when my brother and I were picking blackberries from a patch close to our house, and an unexpected clap of thunder


One definition of intuition says this, “a thing that one knows or considers likely from instinctive feeling rather than conscious reasoning.” I’ve been a runner for a long time. Thirty years actually, which means lots of time pounding the pavement in different places depending on


the forgiving kind by Donna Everhart
When you were growing up, was there someone who, for reasons you couldn’t pinpoint, made you uncomfortable, said things you didn’t agree with, or possibly even acted different depending on who was around? I knew a few people like that, and to this day, I


Hello all! Welcome back to First Sentence Fridays!  I’m excited I’m doing this again for the third book, THE FORGIVING KIND. In case you missed it, last week I explained if it seems like we’re getting started early, that’s because: The book has more chapters,


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Events!

I’ve certainly had my share of fun going to my book events, but you know the old saying, a picture is worth a thousand words.  Since I’ve written about that many on my new book today, I thought I’d share some event photos instead of


This is it, the final sentence of THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET!  I’ve truly enjoyed doing this again for the second year in a row.  I appreciate all of you reading along, and hope I’ve given you enough of the story such that you want to


Next week is the last First Sentence Friday for THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET! Wallis Ann is strong and sturdy, a true survivalist in every sense of the word.  I believe she would have given anyone on Survivor, or Naked and Afraid a run for their


As I’m writing stories of hardship and deprivation like this one, the desire to keep everything as realistic as possible is what weighs on my mind.  I don’t want to overdo it, yet I certainly love to push characters to the limit.  The Stampers, and


This week is one of the challenges in doing First Sentence Friday.  When I came to Chapter Twenty Five and saw this week’s sentence, it looked (IMO) like it just sort of flopped itself out there.  I thought about maybe cheating a little, and sharing


I talked about first love in an earlier First Sentence Friday post.  This particular part of the story isn’t a sweet rendering of that one and only special first for Wallis Ann.  It’s more like a reckoning, a big realization perhaps all is not as


The news has been filled with stories of sexual abuse, and it seems every day there’s a new accusation.  Having written THE EDUCATION OF DIXIE DUPREE, it only seems fitting I should say something.  Actually, I feel compelled to speak out about it.  Here are


Wallis Ann has always watched over her older sister Laci, who is mute, yet musically gifted.  In today’s terms she would be classified as autistic.  Back in those days, the term idiot savant was used, which did not set well at all with Momma Stamper. 


By nature, I am a creature of habit.  I go to bed about the same time every night, and get up about the same time every morning.  Consider this; I have cleaned my house every Thursday for decades – no matter what – yes, even


When writing a story about suffering, hardship and deprivation, there needs to be a balance of good with bad, or readers will be slap worn out (and as the writer, so would I) if it was all negative, with nothing good happening.  I love, love,


When I was about seven, an uncle of mine who lived in Michigan talked about jobs my dad could have given his experience as a mechanic.  He said he’d be snatched up by any one of the big three automakers up there.  According to this


Unbelievably, we are at the half-way point for the First Sentence Friday for THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET! When crafting stories, writers are told to use all their senses.  This is a part of writing I enjoy because it’s always interesting and fun (and challenging!) to


The Stampers have dealt with flooding, the destruction of their home, and find themselves in a real struggle for survival with very little.  Now there’s about to be another change in the weather, which brought to mind Hurricane Sandy in the northeast in late October,


As Texas and Louisiana (where I will be in two weeks!) sort out and prioritize recovery efforts from the hateful, horrendous Hurricane Harvey, I have watched the humanitarian efforts with awe.  Everyday heroes risking their own lives to save others.  Peace and love to them


I’ve never owned a horse, but I’ve got friends who have them, and therefore, I’ve ridden a few.  Here are a couple little stories about my experiences on horseback – which really have nothing to do with BITTERSWEET except for using the experience when writing


While writing this book, I had to dig deep to try and picture living in a situation where you have access to…not much.  Food for instance.  In the Stamper’s situation, other than what they could grow, hunt, and kill or scavenge, this was the only


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