Author: Mary Ann

Nestled on Camano Island in Washington State, I share my life with my husband and our two golden retrievers — my loyal writing assistants. As a mother of three and proud grandma of three amazing grandkids, family is at the heart of everything I write. In fact, they helped shape the characters in my middle grade fantasy trilogy, which began as bedtime stories and blossomed into The Carnelian Game — a magical adventure that spans the globe.
  • Making it Count

    “Our life is but a grain of sand in the indifferent ocean of infinity.”  Sergei Dovlatov Simply said — we are, as individuals, insignificant in the universal scheme of things. A self important person only need step outside their tidy little world to understand and reap the benefits of such an absolute truth. Not s…

  • The Uncertainty of Surely

    As surely as a rose reveals velvet soft petals and heavenly fragrance, Shirley reminded me of it’s rather nasty thorns. In the world of surely, Shirley held her ground with solid stance and determination, unyielding to the ideas of others. Meaning me. Surely, I knew Shirley was annoyed and probably hated me by the time…

  • Wheather or Not

    It is, of course, unnecessary to point out that we are buried in snow, not only here in the Pacific Northwest, but apparently everywhere there’s a news station. So, while we’re drowning in the stuff, I’d like to point out the obvious, just for the sake of whining, and share a few facts I’ve never…

  • The Conundrum

    Prescription drugs. Can’t sleep with them – can’t live without them. Sleep aids aside, that’s the conclusion I’ve arrived at after minutes of intense research into the question of why we no longer sleep through the night. The “we” I am referring to is the mature population of our country. The sixty and over crowd….

  • Fly on the Wall

    I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said, “Oh, how I would love to be a fly on the wall.”  Or, “wouldn’t it be great to be a fly on the wall for that conversation!”  And then there’s, “Oh-My-Gosh! I need to be a fly on the wall!” Fly’s are filthy. They carry a…