Honoring Dolly Parton

Dolly Parton died earlier today at age 80.

Born in 1946 in rural Tennessee, she was one of twelve children raised in a poor but close-knit family. From an early age, music offered her a way to express herself and a glimpse of a life beyond the hills of home. After graduating from high school, she moved to Nashville to pursue songwriting and performing, determined to build a life on her own terms.

Her breakthrough came in 1970 with the release of Joshua, and she went on to become one of country music’s most successful and influential artists. Yet her career was never confined to music. She expanded into film and television, earning memorable roles in 9 to 5, The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, and Steel Magnolias.

Dolly is also celebrated for her philanthropy. Through the Dollywood Foundation, she created the Imagination Library, which provides free books to children and reflects her enduring belief in the power of education and opportunity.

Her philosophy is simple but profound: Be yourself, work hard, stay kind, laugh at yourself—and if the road isn’t working, pave a new one.

Here are my favorite quotations from Dolly Parton:

“Find out who you are and do it on purpose.”

“If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.”

“It’s hard to be a diamond in a rhinestone world.”

“You’ll never do a whole lot unless you’re brave enough to try.”

“If you don’t like the road you’re walking, start paving another one.”

“Don’t get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life.”

“Storms make trees take deeper roots.”

“We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails.”

“I’ll never harden my heart, but I’ve toughened the muscles around it.”

“You gotta keep trying to find your niche … or to make one of your own.”

My favorite song:


Interview with David Tindell

I’m happy to welcome author David Tindell. Today, David shares his new release, The Dance We Shared.

What was your inspiration for this book?

A couple of years ago, my wife Sue and I were watching a documentary about Garth Brooks. He discusses his career and his hit songs, and he talks about “The Dance,” one of his first #1 hits. Then he sings the song. It really hit home for me, because that song came out shortly before Sue and I started dating. I was working in radio at the time and occasionally would play the song on my show. Well, there was a point where I didn’t know if we were going to make it as a couple, and one morning during that low point I played the song, and it really hit me. Fortunately, everything worked out for us—we’ll be married 31 years this fall—but when the song came up in the documentary, it hit me again. I’d come close to losing the love of my life. How could I have gone on?

So, I started thinking about that. What would’ve happened if we hadn’t made it back then? I came up with the story of Ben Fletcher, a guy in his mid-50s, who lost Ronnie, the love of his life, 20 years ago due to a stupid mistake on his part. Ronnie married another man and moved away. Ben has recovered, sort of; he has a good job and makes a decent living, but he’s never fallen in love with another woman. Then one day when he’s cleaning his office, he finds an envelope. Inside is a card, with a phone number and three words in Ronnie’s handwriting: “Please help me.” Ben turns over the envelope and sees that it had been sent five years earlier…just at the time Ronnie disappeared.

What is the best part of being an author? The worst?

The best part is telling stories that are meaningful, as well as entertaining. My protagonists are people who are trying their best to live a life of honor, which is not an easy thing these days. I happen to think we’ve lost a lot in that area, so if my stories can inspire people, even a little bit, to be better, to care for one another and be willing to fight for a just cause, then I’ve succeeded.

The worst part? Well, I could say that the worst part is not cracking the best-seller lists or seeing my books made into movies or TV series, but let’s get real. Very few authors ever see that level of success. If you get into this because you want to make a lot of money, you’ll be frustrated and disappointed. It’s like any other kind of artist—musician, painter, sculptor, poet, you name it. You’re in it to create art, and if people admire it, want to buy it, all the better. So, I really don’t have a “worst part.”

Describe your writing space.

We’re in the process of building a new house here in southwest Wisconsin, so for the next year or so, my writing space is the kitchen table in our rented cabin. The new house will have a library, which is where I’ll have my “office,” if you will. I’m trying to be patient, but it can’t get here soon enough.

Which authors have inspired you?

I’ve been fortunate to meet and talk with some fine authors: Brad Thor, Mark Greaney, Kyle Mills, Jack Carr, William Kent Krueger, and others. Their work inspires me, but so do their words of encouragement.

What is your favorite quote?

“It is not the critic who counts…but the man who is actually in the arena.”
Theodore Roosevelt

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Like any husband, I sometimes think that having the ability to read minds would be helpful, but if we’re looking at a Superman-type of power, it would be flying. Definitely flying. Although, to be honest, super-strength would be handier.

Besides writing and reading, what are some of your hobbies?

I trained in martial arts for about 20 years, earning black belts in taekwondo and Ryukyu kobujutsu, which is the study of Okinawan weaponry. My wife is also a black belt in that art, and we’ve both trained in karate. My own training has been more or less on the shelf the past couple years as I’ve dealt with some podiatry issues, but I intend to resolve those and get back on the mat as soon as possible.

I mentioned that we’re building a house, and we’ve relocated from the lake country of northwest Wisconsin to the Driftless Area of the state’s southwest. It’s a beautiful area and there are so many things to explore, so my wife and I are making that our new hobby.

Any advice for aspiring writers?

Steven Pressfield, author of Gates of Fire, had six words of advice that every writer should follow: “Get your ass in the chair.”

What are you working on next?

I have three series underway. The Dance We Shared is book 3 in the Men of Honor series. My next work will be on book 4 in the Quest series. Quest for Justice will follow the protagonists, Wisconsin brothers Jim and Mark Hayes, and their wives as they go to West Africa to help a group of missionaries who are being threatened by Marxist revolutionaries. Jim is an accomplished martial artist and Mark, his younger brother, is an Army combat veteran. They work for a Chicago-based security firm, and they’ll answer an appeal from a missionary who speaks at their church. It’ll turn out to be a lot more dangerous than just going into the jungle and escorting some folks back to civilization.

My White Vixen series is four books in, and book 5 will be The Black Orca, in which I send my heroine, US Air Force special operator Jo Ann Geary, to Antarctica to uncover the mystery of a sunken WW2 U-boat that may lead to a secret Nazi base that could still be operational, 35 years after the end of the war. (Sue and I are planning a trip to Antarctica for early ’28; I love doing research in the field!)

Finally, book 4 in MoH will be Man on a Mission. I’m still not sure what that’ll be about, but it will take place in Crawford County, here in the Driftless, and feature an appearance by Scott Armstrong, the protagonist in book 2, The Man in the Arena.

Blurb

Ben Fletcher seems to have it all going for him. In his early fifties, he’s in great shape thanks to a disciplined regimen of weight training, swimming and martial arts. He has a job that pays him a good living in the charming Wisconsin city of La Crosse. Divorced a quarter-century earlier, he remains close to his two grown children and grandkids. Ben is content with his life.

But he’s not happy. Twenty years ago, he was, during that glorious year and a half he was dating the glamorous Veronica Starr. They were an “item”: Ben, the city’s highest-rated radio announcer, and Ronnie, an award-winning TV newscaster. They were starting to talk about the future, one that would include marriage and kids. But then, Ben made a stupid mistake, and it all came crashing down. Ronnie broke off the relationship, met an older man and married him.

Within a year she was gone, moving with her new husband to the Twin Cities. Ben had no choice but to move on with his life the best he could.

One day, he’s cleaning out a file cabinet in his office and finds an old catalog. Before throwing it out, he riffles through its pages, and an envelope drops onto his desk. Opening it, he finds a card. In handwriting he immediately recognizes as Ronnie’s are a phone number and the words, “Please help me.” When he looks again at the envelope he sees the postmark: it had been sent five years earlier…just before Veronica Starr left her husband, quit her job and disappeared.

Excerpt

Please help me.

Three words. The first from her in…how long? They were definitely hers, though. Not in an email but real ink on paper, and not typed, but written, in her distinct, precise and very feminine cursive, with a phone number below. On the inside of a card, otherwise blank. On the face of the card, the Minneapolis skyline.

The square envelope, empty now, lay there on my desk, its face staring up at me. My office address, also in her hand. No return address, though. And the kicker: the postmark. The card had been sent from the Twin Cities almost exactly five years ago.

It was the start of a new week, and my first order of business for the morning was to clean out a filing cabinet that was due to be taken away, destined for a homeless shelter. The athletic director had emailed the staff, asking us to consider donating little-used office furniture to the cause. Today was the deadline to have stuff ready for a crew of students to haul away. The cabinet was an easy choice. As the media relations director for athletics at the University of Wisconsin-La Crosse, I had a lot of records, and since most of them now were electronic, I really had no use for this old gray clunker. What paper there was inside, I thought, could be sorted through, most of it discarded, the important stuff filed in the one remaining cabinet.

I’d pulled a catalog out of the bottom drawer, from some long-forgotten and probably shuttered sporting goods supplier and was just about to toss it into the trash bin when something—that’s all I can call it, something—prompted me to riffle through the pages. You never knew. And the envelope dropped out and onto my desk.

Getting something from the Twin Cities wasn’t out of the ordinary. Here in La Crosse, everybody was familiar with the Minnesota metropolis ninety minutes away. People listened to its radio stations and watched its TV channels, and went there for the shopping, college and pro sports, the theaters, and of course the airport. I went there only when work demanded it, and if I flew anywhere, it was usually out of the smaller airport in La Crosse, where I’d lived for the past quarter-century. I avoided the Cities because she worked there. Or used to, until she left. And it wasn’t as if she’d resigned from her high-visibility job as morning news anchor on the market’s highest-rated TV station and went somewhere else, maybe the network’s morning show in New York, which is where I always assumed she’d wind up.

No. It was five years ago, right after the date on the postmark, that Veronica Starr, the love of my life, vanished.

– Excerpted from The Dance We Shared by David Tindell, KDP, 2026. Reprinted with permission.

About the Author

David Tindell was born in Germany and grew up in southwest Wisconsin. Together with his wife Sue, he’s traveled the world, seeking new locales for his novels. He trains in the martial arts, dabbles in radio and joins Sue in the never-ending search for the perfect chai tea latte.

His latest book is The Dance We Shared (Book 3 in Men of Honor). Other books include The Heights of Valor (Book 1 in Men of Honor) and The Man In the Arena (Book 3 in Men of Honor).

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Now You Do

On Wednesdays, I share posts, fables, songs, poems, quotations, TEDx Talks, cartoons, and books that have inspired and motivated me on my writing journey. I hope these posts will give writers, artists, and other creatives a mid-week boost.

Here’s a thought-provoking poem from Donna Ashworth:

Now You Do

You don’t have to defend the old you
you didn’t know then
now you do
you did what you could
with what you had
at the time

and as with all things in life
you evolved
you’ve grown

if you find yourself
trying in vain to defend the old you
to argue on her behalf
please stop
you don’t have to do that

she was someone
you parted ways with
gracefully
but after much suffering

if anyone in your life
cannot do the same
that’s their issue

it’s their job to catch up
not your job to go back

you don’t have to defend the old you
you didn’t know then
now you do.

Spotlight on The Carrot Marmalade Murder

I’m happy to welcome award-winning author Meg Benjamin. Today, Meg shares her new release, The Carrot Marmalade Murder.

Blurb

Roxy and Nate are finally getting married, but murder wasn’t on the program. In the midst of her wedding prep, Roxy has to deal with Nate’s trouble-making ex who thinks she can rekindle their romance. But things get serious when the ex ends up dead in a Shavano back alley. Now Roxy needs to clear Nate’s name, sell her customers on her carrot marmalade, and find herself a wedding dress. All before it’s time to take a deep breath and confront her own wedding jitters.

Excerpt

I headed back to the kitchen to get the next bunch of trays and platters ready to go.

Nate and Kevin picked up the hotel pans with meatballs and filo packets to place on the hot trays they already had in place. I followed with the artichoke dip and crostini. We were making good time, and the waitress for the night, Evie, had just arrived. Everything seemed to be falling into place. I felt like patting someone on the back.

“Nathan?”

I heard the woman’s voice as I stepped through the door behind Kevin. Ahead of us, Nate stopped dead in his tracks, which made it sort of difficult for Kevin and me to get around him and put our food on the table.

“Nathan? That is you, isn’t it?”

I turned toward the woman’s voice, noticing that Nate was staring rigidly toward the side of the room near the posters. As I watched, a tall blonde stepped forward with a brilliant smile.

Calling her a tall blonde doesn’t really do her justice, though. In her stocking feet, she was probably about my height, but she wasn’t in stocking feet at all. She wore bright green three-inch spike heels with open toes that showed purple toenails. The skirt of her vividly green minidress ended a good two inches above her knees, while the neckline dipped low across her considerable cleavage. Her tumble of curly hair was a kind of honey gold that I doubted very much was natural but looked terrific.

She was spectacular, and apparently, she knew Nate.

Author Bio and Links

Meg Benjamin is an award-winning author of romance and cozy mysteries. Meg’s cozy mystery series, Luscious Delights from Wild Rose Press, concerns a jam-making sleuth based in the mythical small town of Shavano, Colorado. Her contemporary romance Konigsburg series is set in the Texas Hill Country and her Salt Box and Brewing Love trilogies are set in the Colorado Rockies (all are available from Entangled Publishing and from Meg’s indie line). Along with romance and cozies, Meg is also the author of the paranormal Ramos Family trilogy from Berkley InterMix and the Folk trilogy from Meg’s indie line. Meg’s books have won numerous awards, including an EPIC Award, a Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, the Holt Medallion from Virginia Romance Writers, the Beanpot Award from the New England Romance Writers, the Carly Crown Jewel of Books from the Mid-America Romance Authors, and the Award of Excellence from Colorado Romance Writers.

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Giveaway

Meg Benjamin will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Find out more here.

Follow Meg on the rest of her Goddess Fish tour here.

The Carrot Marmalade Murder is the seventh book in Ms. Benjamin’s Luscious Delights Mystery series, and it delivers all the ingredients I’ve come to enjoy in a cozy mystery—intrigue, romance, murder, and a charming Colorado Rockies setting.

Add a trouble-making ex, wedding jitters, and scrumptious food, and you have the perfect recipe for an entertaining read. From the start, I found myself completely immersed in the story. The characters—both delightful and not-so-delightful—pulled me along, and I kept turning pages, eager to uncover what would happen next. I found myself becoming surprisingly invested in their choices, relationships, and tangled lives, which made the twists and turns all the more satisfying.

This is the kind of book that makes you want to put everything else aside and settle in for “just one more chapter”—only to realize that several chapters have disappeared. My advice? Set aside a large block of reading time, because once you begin, you may find it difficult to stop.

Well done!




Spotlight on Heidenröslein: The Little Rose on the Heath

I’m happy to welcome author Christopher Whittaker. Today, Christopher shares his new release, Heidenröslein: The Little Rose on the Heath

Blurb

Two men. Two worlds.

One war that will remake them both.

Peter Schiller, a disciplined officer from privilege, is trained to lead—but not for what war truly demands.

Günther Klein, a working-class recruit, is thrown into the trenches and forced to learn fast or die.

In the mud and ruin of the Great War, rank and class begin to dissolve. Orders blur into instinct. Honour bends under necessity. What remains is survival—and the thin, unspoken bond forged between two men who should never have met.

But war does not end when the guns fall silent.

Heidenröslein is a powerful, unflinching story of war, brotherhood, and the quiet, irreversible cost of becoming what the battlefield demands.

Excerpt

1914

The kitchen was small, but it carried the quiet dignity of people who owned little and cared for everything.

Against one wall stood a heavy sideboard of dark timber, polished by years of careful hands rather than luxury. Fine China sat arranged behind glass doors, each piece positioned with deliberate precision. The plates were reserved for Sundays, feast days, or visits important enough to justify the risk of using something fragile. Crystal wine glasses hung above them, catching the weak morning light and holding it in muted amber reflections.

Nothing in the room was fashionable.

Everything in it was treasured.

In the center stood a small round table worn smooth at the edges where elbows, plates, and years of conversation had rubbed away the varnish. The stove and icebox stood side by side beneath the far wall, black iron beside chipped white enamel, both old enough to have become part of the family itself. Beneath the kitchen window ran a long washing trough, damp to the touch, carrying the faint scent of soap, starch, and boiled cabbage that seemed to linger permanently in the wood.

At it stood Frau Klein.

She held a cup beneath the water, slowly moving the cloth around its rim although it had already been cleaned twice over. Her hands worked from instinct now, broad and reddened from years of labour, fingers thickened from kneading dough, wringing cloth, hauling water, carrying coal, and doing every invisible task required to keep a household alive.

She had once been handsome in the soft, rosy-cheeked way of country girls.

Now life had settled heavily upon her.

Author Bio and Link

Chris lives in Perth, Western Australia with his wife Dianne.

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Giveaway

Christopher Whittaker will be awarding a $10 Amazon/Barnes & Noble gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Find out more here.

Follow Christopher on the rest of his Goddess Fish tour here.

Sameness Is Not Sustainability

On Wednesdays, I share posts, fables, songs, poems, quotations, TEDx Talks, cartoons, and books that have inspired and motivated me on my writing journey. I hope these posts will give writers, artists, and other creatives a mid-week boost.

In a recent post on the Writer Unboxed blog, writer/photographer Kelsey Allagood shared the following insights:

We writers talk a lot about sustainability. About how to not burn out, how to protect the work, how to make space for our creative selves while also having to pay rent and answer emails. We talk less about how dynamic that process actually is. Sometimes I catch myself thinking that sustainability is a state I can achieve, or an end goal, like once I’ve figured out my morning routine or my word count goal or my relationship to social media, I can then stay there. I will have achieved it: the State of Balance™.

Unfortunately, the writing life (mine, at least) has never been still. We get jobs. We lose jobs. A family member moves in. A season shifts. Our relationship to the work shifts—sometimes we’re deep inside it and sometimes we’re circling it from the outside like maybe we’ve forgotten what it’s for. And maybe the balance we worked so hard to build a year ago might not even be the right balance for who we are now.

What I’ve had to learn, repeatedly, is that the adjustments themselves are the practice. Noticing that the work has gone quiet and turning toward it again without self-recrimination (personally, this is the hardest). Or noticing that I’ve been in production mode for so long that I’ve stopped reading, stopped dreaming, stopped absorbing anything, and choosing to open a window. Noticing that I’ve been waiting for inspiration and actually what I need to do is just sit down. These are micro-corrections. They’re so small that sometimes I don’t recognize them as acts of craft.

But they are. They’re the same intelligence that keeps us upright on one leg.

I don’t think we master balance in our writing lives any more than we can master tree pose. I certainly haven’t mastered either. What I’ve gotten better at—slowly, inconsistently, much like my yoga practice—is recognizing when I’m starting to tip. Making the adjustment a little faster. Stopping expecting the stillness to last and starting to trust that I can find it again, not because I’m stable, but because I’ve practiced returning.

I keep coming back to yoga the way I keep coming back to writing. Not because I’ve gotten good at it. Because every time I come back, I remember what it feels like to be in the body I actually have, in the life I’m actually living, making the small corrections that keep me here.

Source: Writer Unboxed

Book Blast: The Tale of the Prince and the Spider

I’m happy to welcome author Sasha Hopkins. Today, Sasha shares his new release, The Tale of the Prince and the Spider.

Blurb

Prince Alexander is a boy filled with courage, laughter, and light, until a chance encounter with a mysterious new “friend” changes everything. Trapped in a web of fear and silence, he must find the strength to fight back against a dark trickster who wants to steal his voice, his joy, and his future.

The Tale of the Prince and the Spider is a modern fairytale for children, parents, and anyone who has faced fear in silence. Told with warmth, honesty, and hope, it reveals how secrets can poison, how love protects, and how even the smallest voice can grow into a roar.

Through Alexander’s journey, readers discover that pain does not define us—courage does. His story is both a thrilling adventure and a gentle reminder that you are stronger than your fears, your voice matters, and you are never alone.

This is more than a tale of princes and monsters. It is a story for every family who longs for healing, resilience, and light in dark times. Beautifully written to spark conversations between children and adults, it invites readers to talk openly about bravery, truth, and the power of standing tall.

Excerpt

One sunny morning, Alexander started an adventure. The sun shone bright like a golden bell, lighting up hills covered in green grass, and wildflowers—yellow, purple, red—spread out like a painter’s canvas. The wind carried scents of dirt and sweet clover, tickling his nose as he rode Menace, his brown horse, whose fur coat gleamed like a soldier’s sword. Menace’s hooves thumped the dirt road, kicking up dust that sparkled. Alexander held the reins tight, feeling them rub his hands, the breeze messing up his hair as his saddle creaked along with the swaying trees above.

Bushes shook—a rabbit darted past; a hawk’s shadow soared overhead. The road stretched on, but where trees grew thick, shadows moved, hinting at a forest full of secrets. Menace huffed, ears twitching, and Alexander patted his warm, scratchy neck. “Keep going, boy,” he said quietly, his heart beating with excitement.

Through the kingdom he went, past roads busy with familiar smiling people who stopped to cheer, their voices lifting him up. But farther out, it got quiet, the land wide and free. With a lion’s bravery, a fire’s strength, and a heart full of love, he rode into the unknown.

Author Bio and Links

Sasha Hopkins is a father of five and a storyteller from Melbourne, Australia. His journey has been shaped by both love and hardship. As a child, Sasha endured trauma that left deep scars, yet he chose not to remain silent or let those experiences define him. Instead, he transformed his pain into a story of courage, resilience, and hope.

He wrote The Tale of the Prince and the Spider during a period of recovery in Western Australia, creating it as a gift for his children, Winter, Hunter, Hudson, Navy, and Orion. What began as a father’s offering of love became a timeless fairytale for families everywhere: a reminder that even in life’s darkest moments, light can be found, voices can be heard, and healing is always possible.

Through his writing, Sasha shares a powerful message: your past does not diminish you, and speaking out is an act of bravery that can inspire others. When he isn’t writing, Sasha is adventuring with his kids, encouraging them to embrace adventure, laughter, and the strength within themselves.

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Giveaway

Sasha Hopkins will be awarding a $10 Amazon/Barnes & Noble gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Find out more here.

Follow Sasha on the rest of his Goddess Fish tour here.

The Uniqueness of You

On Wednesdays, I share posts, fables, songs, poems, quotations, TEDx Talks, cartoons, and books that have inspired and motivated me on my writing journey. I hope these posts will give writers, artists, and other creatives a mid-week boost.

Here’s a thought-provoking reflection from international speaker and bestselling author Joyce Meyer:

Nothing good comes from comparing yourself to someone else—trying to imitate, compete with, or outdo others. The more you compare your life to that of those around you, the less you’ll enjoy the life God has given you.

God didn’t create you to be like someone else. He created you to be unique and special, so why would you try to be anything other than who you are?

You are handcrafted—fearfully and wonderfully made. God has specially and uniquely qualified you to do something no one else can do. Stay encouraged. God has something special planned for your future. Resist the temptation to compare yourself to other people. Trust God and allow Him to use you in ways that are unique to you.

Source: Quiet Times with God by Joyce Meyer

On Letting Go

On Wednesdays, I share posts, fables, songs, poems, quotations, TEDx Talks, cartoons, and books that have inspired and motivated me on my writing journey. I hope these posts will give writers, artists, and other creatives a mid-week boost.

A long-time fan of bestselling authors and coaches Marc and Angel Chernoff, I look forward to reading their emails and blog posts. Here’s an excerpt from a recent post:

A big part of practicing letting go is gradually renewing your own faith in yourself. This “renewed faith” means finding the willingness to live with uncertainty, to feel your way through each day, to let your intuition guide you like a flashlight in the dark. It’s about standing firmly on your own two legs in the present, without the crutches you’ve been holding on to, and gradually taking small steps forward.

You are strong enough to take those steps!

You’ve got this!

So what if, for today, you choose to believe that you have enough and you are enough in each and every moment? What if, for today, you choose to believe that you are strong enough to move forward one step at a time? What if, for today, you choose to accept people exactly as they are, and life exactly as it is? What if, as the sun sets on today, you choose to let go and celebrate your daily progress? And what if, tomorrow, you choose to do it all over again?

Practice making those choices…

Practice letting go and renewing the faith you once had in both yourself and the world around you.

Note: I highly recommend subscribing to Marc & Angel’s website.