The Prickle forrest is my sanctuary where the Muse can run free and allow me to write about anything.
Ohio is where this forrest can be found where Champagne is an anytime drink and almost always served with dark chocolate and raspberries.

Spring and fall are the best times to throw on jeans, pull on a hoody, and step out to kick around in knee-high boots.

Inspiration can be triggered by… Coccia House, Lerch’s blueberry doughnuts, sailing to Put-in-bay, walking the Mohican trails, or chatting with author friends while sipping on a sparkling flute of the bubbley.

No matter what, when, or why, enjoy these paths I’ve created through the Prickle Forrest Chronicles. 📖🌲🌲🌲📖