Yesterday was my mom's birthday. In loving memory of her, I'm posting these pictures to share with you. She was a wonderful mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend and teacher. She touched so many lives during her short time with us. I miss her everyday, especially now that I have children of my own. At the same time, I know she is with me; she's a part of me, a part of my children. And I dedicate my writing career to her, since she was the one responsible for my book addiction. My memories of her always include a book in her hand (mostly those bodice rippers from the '80s!). The very first romance I read came from her library. She always encouraged me to follow my dreams. She kept a ready supply of books for me to read and paper and pencil for me to write. After her death I discovered in her notebooks that she had written a few stories, too. Romance, of course. Apparently, writing romance is in the genes and something I was born to do.