Book Signing Saturday in Jonesboro, AR

Jonesboro! Going “back home” Saturday (Dec. 21st) to do a book signing for my new book, Warren County Days – Short Stories of Opal Pratt. We’ll be at The Edge Coffee House & Eatery, 1900 Aggie Rd. Starting at 2 p.m., we’ll be in the upstairs and ready to chat about all things Opal. Yes, we will have books. If you’re in the neighborhood, come visit and bring a friend. Looking forward to seeing everybody!

Review of Warren County Days

Here’s an amazing reader review of Warren County Days. It certainly warms my heart.

Diane has a profound flair for character, and time, and place. Her subtle touch is more Hemingway than Faulkner, light graces of tint and texture that color Opal’s experience of people, porch, and parade.
Opal’s world is cicadas, southern pine, brown dirt, and strangers with agendas. She’s cautious–timid, some would say–but wise without knowing it. She probes instead of plunging but, with all her awkwardness, she embraces the life that swirls around her.
You won’t forget Opal.

Difficulty Ordering Warren County?

If you’ve tried to order Warren County Days from and been shocked, as I was, by their “ships withing 2 months” statement, go to Barnes & Noble. They seem to have their act together.


California Book Signing

Come visit with me and chat about the new book, Warren County Days — Short Stories of Opal Pratt. We’ll even have a book give-away.

Saturday, Oct. 5 — 2 p.m.

Doubletree Hotel (2nd floor meeting room)
100 The City Drive
Orange, CA
Y’all come! And feel free to bring a friend or two.

The New Book is Out!

Warren County Days, the sequel to Opal, has been birthed after an extended labor. I’ll be doing book signings near and far, but if you just can’t wait, Warren County can be found on Amazon. If you go there, consider writing a review. I’m told that Amazon loves books with reviews.
And —- don’t be shy. Share the good news that Warren County is out!


Challenges can come in threes, leaving a young mother-to-be to make difficult decisions

           Annabel stood in the spare room, cluttered with boxes and assorted junk, and struggled r inspiration. She needed to transform the mess into a snuggly nursery. She absent-mindedly stroked her burgeoning baby bump. The monotone of CNN was white noise in the background – that is, until the key words blared clearly: Camp Leatherneck, Helmand Province, Afghanistan; shooting; Afghan police trainees fire on Americans; two Marine instructors down, mortally wounded; walking wounded Marines rounding up the trainees; all names withheld pending family notifications. …

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There she is again,
As always when I least expect her.
In the storefront window
As I look at my reflection.
In the mirror when I check my hair
And sometimes she looks back.
I see that she’s getting gray.
She looks at me through a misty windowpane
And holds my gaze.
When did I become her?
When did the child become mine?
Where did I go when I became my mother?