debi o'neille, writing against the wind

I’d always thought I’d know a little about writing queries for my novel, since I’ve had some success sending out cover letters with short st...

This recipe is actually for one of my three daughters, and I'm sure they'll all know which one it is. It's for the daughter who ...

I remember thinking that once the last kid moved out, my house wouldn't be scattered with toys. Boy, was I wrong.

November is here, and her chilled breath already waits outside our door. November in Minnesota sometimes brings shoveling from early sno...

This past year has brought a lot of sadness. Too many funerals and too many sorrows. The most recent sorrow came with the passing of Ja...

Debi sat in the witness stand, her long hair in a neat fold on the back of her head. She wondered if she could avoid perjury by creatively...

Last year I truly enjoyed participating in the A-Z Blog Hop. It was my first year, and though I did get a tad overwhelmed toward the end of...