04-22 B.A. Binns - Characters with Cerebral Palsy

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Someone Define Other-Abled For Me, Please!

by M. L. Buchman

I'm always perplexed by labels like this, and not merely because of the ever-changing landscape of PCness. Perhaps it is a sign of age. (Does other-abled count as a woman who is competent in her own right rather than as an adjunct to some male? It sure didn't used to. My mom and my wife's mother were both expected (required) to quit their jobs when they married--even though they both had very real skills.)

Maybe perplexed isn't the right word, but rather otherwise-thoughtful.

I'm a fiction writer by trade. It's my job to write characters who are "other." What if I wrote a character who wasn't? Bonnie from down the street or Randy from Medford. Not terribly evocative, is it?

My job is to find what is unique in a character, what makes them stand out, be exceptional, be more than they ever thought they could be. Because Bonnie from down the street actually commanded a wing of drones over Afghanistan for most of the war. And Randy, after years of flying helicopters in Iraq, is now a pilot and chief flight instructor for a very unique brand of firefighting helicopter. (Wild Fire)

Is it the smokejumper who lost his trade when he was permanently injured, but finds a new way to fight fire other-abled? (Pure Heat)

Perhaps the warrior who lost his arm when his war dog died to protect him from the worst of the blast? (Reaching Out at Henderson's Ranch)

Or is it the woman who is so good at what she does that even the Army's rules couldn't keep her out of flying for The Night Stalkers? (The Night Is Mine)

Fiction is about being exceptional, even if it is only in the character's own eyes.

I once had a curious writing assignment for a class.
Step #1: Write down something you're really good at.
I'm really good at 3D arrangement of objects. I've helped more friends move more times than I can count because I can load a truck as tightly as most pros. Whether its a pile of clothes into a suitcase or a houseful of belongings into a moving truck, I can just see it.
Step #2: Write a story in which that is a superpower.
So I wrote a little story. It was okay, not worth publishing, about a guy who could do that with bowls of peanuts in a bar or all the ships in New York harbor.

Huh! Was that character other-abled? Does that make me other-abled?

I have a friend who is completely colorblind. How does he make his living? As a painter and a theater lighting designer. He learned by rote how colors worked at a level I will never comprehend. I only saw him get tripped up once by the way. He placed a blue light against a tile wall, turning it the sickliest shade of green. I finally asked why he'd made that choice...and he was horrified. No one had told him the tile wall was yellow rather than white.

I used to own a 50' sailboat and I taught a lot of people how to sail on her. Far and away the best student of them all was a man with no use of his right hand. But his other-abledness wasn't working around his damaged hand, it was seeing outside the box. We had to play with alternate solutions a few times, but he didn't see the loss as a handicap, he simply saw it as an excuse to find more creative solutions to boat handling.

Perhaps it is simplistic of me.

When I write a character, any character, I am always on the lookout for what is other-abled about them.

What do they do that no one else could?

See the world from their own unique perspective.

I find that is what brings any character to life. And when that character is challenged? They will find their own unique path through the lens of the abled-ness, whether it is to save the day or win someone's heart.

I would argue that we are all other-abled, if we only have the bravery to look inside and see it. That is the true handicap, giving into the fear. The bravery is facing who we are and finding some way to be even better.

(By the, I won't be packing your next moving truck.)

M.L. Buchman started the first of what is now over 50 novels and as many short stories while flying from South Korea to ride across the Australian Outback. All part of a solo around-the-world bicycle trip that ultimately launched his writing career.

Booklist has selected his military and firefighter series(es) as 3-time “Top 10 Romance of the Year.” NPR and Barnes & Noble have named other titles “Top 5 Romance of the Year.” In 2016 he was a finalist for RWA's RITA award. He also writes: contemporary romance, thrillers, and SF. More info at:

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

A One-handed Sheriff Stole My Heart!

Hi, I'm Sarah Raplee, author of Paranormal Romantic Suspense stories featuring Psychic Agents.

Mention of compelling other-abled fictional characters immediately brings to my mind Sheriff Elvis Donnelly, hero of Susan Andersen’s 1996 Romantic Suspense novel, Exposure. Originally published as a Zebra Romantic Suspense, the book was re-published by the author with a new cover in 2011. 

Elvis survived a violent childhood, became a big-city cop, and then lost his left hand in a bomb blast. Afterwards, he returned as the sheriff with a prosthesis that ended in a clasp-style steel hook to his small island home town of Port Flannery, Washington.

Despite the past, Elvis tries to watch out for his alcoholic mother. He’s adjusted well to his prosthesis but suffers from unresolved childhood issues as well as phantom limb pain and an altered self-image. 

He holds himself apart, does his job and keeps everyone at arms’ length.

That is, until a sweet three-year-old girl named Gracie and her auto mechanic mother, Emma, arrive in a classic, mint-condition ’53 Chevy and it soon becomes clear they are on the run.

Ms. Anderson’s characters walked off the page into my heart and never left. I don’t keep a huge library of favorite books, only about two dozen. 

My original dog-eared copy of Exposure is one of them.

About Sarah Raplee:

My new website is currently under construction.Meanwhile, here's my Amazon Author Page for more info. 

My books are available from all major online book stores. The latest is BLINDSIGHT (Book 1 in the Psychic Agents Series)

A tenacious FBI Psychic Agent who can find anything…
A lonely blind woman with a dangerous kiss…
A brutal psychic criminal obsessed with killing one and controlling the other…

Monday, April 24, 2017

Super Boomers

By Courtney Pierce

I create baby boomer characters who embrace their middle-ageness with gusto, of which I am one. We have superpowers―we’re invincible, embrace change, and are immortal―in our own minds. These qualities make for rich layers of emotion that reflect our polarized history of innocence and disillusionment. The conflict sits under the skin like embedded shrapnel. 

Growing up, I wrestled with foiled rabbit-ear antennae to pick up signals of a black-and-white, perfect world. Color bloomed in my imagination. Assassinations and racial violence were quickly turned off in favor of spinning vinyl that snapped, crackled, and popped.

Simplicity. It becomes a superpower in the digital age, a power riddled with the buckshot
of change that comes too fast. Sixty years of generational history shaped our baby boomer uniqueness: Civil Rights, space travel, dropping in and dropping out . . . and Bewitched. Anything was, and is, still possible with the twitch of the nose.

As I finish the final installment of my trilogy about the Dushane sisters, Indigo Legacy, a new tale is beginning to take shape. Future Past will be the story of a middle-age woman, whose gift of future sight is clouded by the past. When her visions turn from benign to dire, only reconciling her baggage will thwart the reality of her own impending death. A vision worthy of a good fight. Of course, this new book won’t be as dark as it sounds. A spunky Jack Russell terrier named Rudy serves as the lightning rod for supercharged predictions. This little hero’s insight surpasses that of humans. As is my style, the humor in the story carries a poignant message: “Make the most of every minute because none of us knows what will happen to change our lives in the future.” Could be good. Could be bad. And sometimes, a baton is grabbed with only trust and determination as a guide. Then we run as fast as we can.

It's an author's right to project fact into fiction. My books reflect layers of personal experience in real time. Characters get to discover a new beginning at the same time I do. At the ripe age of fifty-seven, I will marry a man who'll restart my life. And with the utterance of a vow in June, I’ll become a mother, for the first time, to an eleven-year-old stepdaughter and four grown stepchildren . . . with kids of their own. Me? A mother and a grandmother without paying all those dues? It’s as if I twitched my nose and the love of my new life appeared in front of me, complete with the richness of a family. How do I even begin to write on the page of what I'm experiencing inside? None of this was even a glimmer on the horizon just six months ago.

Even an attempt at capturing on the page makes me feel like a superhero. 

No matter what extraordinary gifts I give my characters, I believe the ability to risk everything to step into the unknown, purely on faith, is the true superpower that shines through the prose.

Courtney Pierce is a fiction writer living in Milwaukie, Oregon, with her bossy cat. She writes for baby boomers. By day, Courtney is an executive in the entertainment industry and uses her time in a theater seat to create stories that are filled with heart, humor and mystery. She has studied craft and storytelling at the Attic Institute and has completed the Hawthorne Fellows Program for writing and publishing. Active in the writing community, she is a board member of the Northwest Independent Writers Association and on the Advisory Council of the Independent Publishing Resource Center. She is a member of Willamette Writers, Pacific Northwest Writers Association, She Writes, and Sisters in Crime. The Executrix received the Library Journal Self-E recommendation seal. 

Check out all of Courtney's books at: and Both print and E-books are available through most major online retailers, including

The Dushane Sisters are back in Indigo LakeMore laughs, more tears...and more trouble.
Protecting Mom's reputation might get the sisters killed―or give one of them the story she's been dying to live.

New York Times best-selling author Karen Karbo says, "Courtney Pierce spins a madcap tale of family grudges, sisterly love, unexpected romance, mysterious mobsters and dog love. Reading Indigo Lake is like drinking champagne with a chaser of Mountain Dew. Pure Delight."

Colorful characters come alive in Courtney's trilogy about the Dushane sisters. Beginning with The Executrixthree middle-age sisters find a manuscript for a murder mystery in their mother's safe after her death. Mom’s book gives them a whole new view of their mother and their future. Is it fiction . . . or truth? 

Get out the popcorn as the Dushane Sisters Trilogy comes to a scrumptious conclusion with Indigo Legacy. Due out in 2017.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Born This Way

Hi everyone! I am YA author B A Binns , writer of contemporary and realistic fiction for teens. My tagline tells you what I am about - Stories of Real Boys Growing Into Real Men - and the people who love them. 

For this month, the Genre-istas asked me to do a special post, as part of their April focus on Writing Other-Abled Characters. I've chosen to write about my work in progress, which features a disabled teen as one of the main characters. In this post you will get some history about disabled characters, as well as information on how I went about choosing to give one of my teens a congenital disability, cerebral palsy. You will also get a look at an excerpt from the manuscript. And, if anyone is interested in learning more about the story and getting a chance to be a beta reader, feel free to leave me a comment with contact information.

Last Saturday, Kathleen Delaney blogged about her experiences becoming an amputee, and how that effected her writing. A lot of the literature featuring disabled characters involve formerly able-bodied people who, through accident or disease, become disabled.

As a teen several (OK, a lot of) decades ago, I read my first story featuring a disabled character. Light A Single Candle by Beverly Butler, told the story of a girl my age loosing her sight. This book left me terrified by the possibility of facing such a disability myself as well as entranced by the courage of the once normal girl facing this disability.  Over the years, many of the books I read featuring disabled characters used the same trope, a "normal" person who became disabled and either learns to make the best of their disability, or who decide the right thing to do is end their lives so their able-bodied kith and kin will cease suffering in the ceaseless effort to care for them.

These are all valid and valuable stories. But they are not the only stories about disabled people. Many in the disabled community have noted the dearth of stories about who are differently abled their entire life. Most of the disabled are people living with a congenital or childhood condition. They are not nostalgic about the good old days before. Nor do they have to learn to adjust to their disabled status. Instead, they live a full life, at ease with the situation they have always lived in, like this father shopping with his daughter on his crutch.

Ever one to face a challenge head on, I chose to place a disabled person in my current YA project.

From a presentation on disability in children's literature
I began by choosing the disability, and settled on cerebral palsy, thinking I knew something about that condition. CP is often the result of some injury or insult that occurs in utero or during birth. Therefore, many people with CP are literally "born that way".

Fortunately, I teach classes to authors on the subject of writing about people outside their own group - Adding the Spice Of Diversity To Your Writing. ( I decided to follow my own instructions to students. That means beginning by tossing out everything I thought I knew about the condition and start as a complete knowledge. Otherwise, "Write What You Know" could too easily result in writing how you would feel if you were in that situation. Or, worse still, it could pull up a stereotype or caricature instead of a real character. I take students through this issue in several lessons.

Practicing what I preach involved  following five steps:
  1. Readers are number 1 – so I always keep track of who I am trying to reach. Yes, most of the readers will be able-bodied young adults. But I also strive to appeal to disabled readers, and their friends and family. I hope many of them will both sympathize with the character, and identify with both his disability and his unique strengths and abilities. 
  2. That means taking myself, and what I think it would be like to be disabled out of the picture. 
  3. Then I took everything I thought I knew about being disabled and cerebral palsy and tossing it in the proverbial wastebasket. 
  4. Doing research, both secondary and then primary research from experts. 
  5. Taking extra effort to steer clear of stereotypes such as the A-Sexual Cripple, the Always Happy Cripple, and his/her cousin, the Always Angry Cripple.
So, as I instruct my students, I symbolically burned anything and everything I thought I knew about CP, scattered the ashes, and began research. While I do have some disabled relatives and friends, I did not actually know much more than is presented in the popular media, which includes stereotypes and depictions of disability, some of which are watered down and twisted. (Take a look at some of the comments from the disabled community about the book and movie, Me Before You -

All ages at the Disability Expo
My efforts started with good old-fashioned books. I always begin by learning as much as I can on my own, then approaching experts. I don't want to waste an expert's valuable time, and those willing to provide me with cultural background and information are, in fact, experts who deserve every consideration for their expertise and willingness to share. I read through several hundred pages of Cerebral Palsy: A Practical Guide for Caregivers to gain a general understanding of the illness and its effect on individuals and their families.

From there I moved into primary research, including attending the 2016 Disability Expo in Chicago. There I found a variety of mobility aids, and people of all ages, playing tennis, dancing, and even giving dance lessons. I had a mixture of people to talk to, different ages, disabilities, and those disabled in their older years, as well as those born that way. The end result, I learned a lot more than I thought I would, and met a ton of new people. One of the side joys of being a writer.

My model for Alex. not 14, but too happy to ignore
The next step was to create my character, fourteen year old Alex Gruberman. In many ways, choosing CP was a fortunate decision on my part. This condition has many different aspects, and effects different brains in different ways. He's a small town high school student born with moderate left-side hemiparesis, That's a long term that means his left arm and leg are weak, the muscles are are contracted. It affects his muscle tone and ability to coordinate body movements. He is able to walk short distances with braces and medication. At home he goes without the wheelchair, but in school he uses a motorized chair. It also means he is subject to bullying.  Other kids in the small town, including his own cousin, call him brain dead, and lego-less.

The other main character is his next door neighbor, Tash Parker, an African American teen who just moved to this rural and predominantly white section of southern Illinois. In the following excerpt from the story I call Trooper, Tash has been walking her dog and hears sounds of pain coming when she passes the house and steps in to intervene.

TROOPER Excerpt:

“Parents aren’t supposed to hurt their kids,” I say sternly. Soft voice or not, I have to tell Alex's father what I think of him.
“I wish I didn’t have to,” he answers, and now he sounds both soft and sad.  
“He wasn’t hurting me,” Alex says and comes into view, standing beside his father.
Standing! “How?” I gasp. Has he been pretending at school?
He leans on a crutch held in his right hand. It’s decorated with a rainbow of different kinds and colors of tape. There is a handle for his right hand to grasp and a cuff that fits around his upper arm.
He walks closer, pushing past his father. Actually, he wobbles, even with the crutch. He wears shorts, letting me see that his left and right legs don’t work together. His left side drags in a way that looks painful.
Shango escapes my grasp, jumps to the ground and rushes at Alex, moving the way he did when still a puppy. He rears up and puts his forepaws on Alex’s thighs. Alex falls back, his right arm flailing as he loses balance. His father reaches for him, but stops when Alex grips the door frame without losing his cane and somehow stays on his feet.
Alex is closer to me now, and I smell what energized my normally sedate bulldog. “You have bacon,” I say accusingly. Nothing turns Shango on faster.
Alex pulls a piece from his pocket and tosses it to my dog. “Dad fixes bacon for me as a treat to help me survive home therapy sessions.”
His father sighs. “It’s hard on Alex. I hate being his enemy.”
“Not enemy,” Alex assures his father. “You have to do this.”
He leads the way inside the house. We settle on the sofa with Shango in his lap while his father goes to the kitchen to fix dinner.
“I owe you,” Alex tells me. “Dad ended my exercises early.”
“Is he a good cook?”
“Barely knows how to burn water.”
I can’t believe silent Alex made a joke. Maybe it’s not a joke? The odors coming from the kitchen are not spectacular. I smell stew. Onions, carrots, and beef, but my aunt would say it needs more spices. No wonder he made Alex bacon as a treat.
“Mom rolled up her sleeves and dove into things. I could moan and cry while she manipulated me. I liked that. I have to be extra careful with Dad. When I cry out his face tightens and his hands begin shaking. He hurts when I hurt. I try to remain silent, but sometimes when my muscles scream, my mouth screams too.” His right shoulder shrugs. “It’s not like school. Silent there is easy.”
“Do the exercises help you?”
Another shrug. “My muscles aren’t getting any worse.”
“What about your chair?” I ask, pointing to where it sits folded in a corner.
“I don’t use it at home. The crutch is harder and slower, but I hate the chair.”
“If you hate it, why use it at school?”
He looks at me like I’ve just asked the stupidest question ever. I feel my face grow hot as I realize he's right. He’d get creamed in the halls with those legs.
“I have moderate spastic hemiparesis, he begins. The muscles in my left arm and leg continually contract. That makes me stiff and…”
“And awkward.”
“Yeah, that. I was slow and shaky and kids kept knocking me down. They said it was an accident, but I was on the ground all the time. I managed kindergarten, even first grade, mostly by staying in my seat as much as possible. Then I started using the chair to survive. If kids act like they don’t see me or don’t get out of my way I’m not the one getting knocked around.”
“You didn’t knock me down today.”
He gives me a long, cool, penetrating stare. “You’ve never bullied me.”
No, but I have ignored him, just like everyone else.

Thank you for reading.

I hope you see Alex as a kid of inner strength, who doesn't bemoan his life and problems, but learns to live with him. And, by the end of the story, he even learns to dance.

If you are interested in reading more, let me know in a comment, and I will get back to you.
And if you want to talk about your efforts in writing about a differently-abled character, tell me that too.

Friday, April 21, 2017

The Spectrum of Disability #ASD #autism #PowerRangers

Hi, I'm Pippa Jay, author of scifi and supernatural stories to engage your emotions. When this month's topic came up, I have to admit my first thought on an other-abled character was Professor Xavier from X-Men, closely followed by Chirrut Imwe, the blind Force believer from Star Wars: Rogue One (my latest Blu-ray purchase). But another more recent film took me elsewhere because it was much more personal and closer to home.

Over the Easter holidays I took my three monsters and a friend to see Power Rangers. I've never been a huge fan, but endured the different series when my kids were younger because one thing I always admired about them was their diversity (even if the lead Power Ranger was generally a white guy). When the film came up, I figured it might be a bit of fun for my monsters and something to take up a day of spring break, as well as some social time for my 12yo. Because there lay another reason I wanted to see it and take them. As well as a gay character (although that aspect was oddly played down in the film to the point I'm not sure anyone who didn't know beforehand or on the younger side would actually get it), the blue Ranger was supposed to be on the autistic is my 12yo and his best friend. My son is only just on the spectrum - it affects his social skills and interaction though fortunately not his learning - but he loathes the fact that he is technically disabled and yet it's an unseen disability because it has little or no physical signs and too many children are simply seen as difficult or acting up. I was hoping the character had been well researched and would maybe, in some small way, allow my son to see himself in the role of hero more intensely than anything else he had seen.

ASD can have so many aspects to it - no two children on the spectrum are exactly the same - but I found the character of Billy, the blue Ranger, to be brilliantly portrayed. I could see elements of my son and his friend in him. The way the black and blue Rangers meet was also beautifully apt, since my son and his friend met in the same way. Said friend was being teased by another child, and my son stepped in and told the tormentor that he wasn't being very nice and should go away, and so their friendship began. Both boys enjoyed the film though were characteristically non-chatty about it. Personally I adored Billy, and for me both the character and the actor were the heroes of the film. It's rare and wonderful to see ASD being portrayed in such a hugely positive light. In the interview below, the actor RJ Cyler talks about how important it was to him to play the character right and there's more about the research he did in an article HERE.
Years before he was diagnosed, my 12yo had certain habits and behaviours not shared by his two siblings and that I saw reflected in the blue Ranger's character. I never considered that he might be autistic because even though my nephew and niece both are, they were more obviously affected. In my eyes, my son just had some funny habits. When they caused issues, like his fretting over journeys on unfamiliar routes, we just found ways to work around it. But his slightly different view of the world and the ways we had to find to help him deal with it inspired me to write a scifi story about a young man at odds with the universe and his adventures as he learned to find his place. A story I dedicated to my son (and yes, he read it and said it was quite good. Good enough that he even willingly dressed up as the main character for one World Book Day a few years back and without me badgering him. ^-^ )

A Scifi Adventure Novel
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Abandoned. Hunted. Out of control.

Gethyon Rees had always felt at odds with the universe, and hoped for an escape among the stars. But discovering he has the ability to cross time and space with just a thought brings more problems than it solves: a deadly bounty hunter who can follow him anywhere, the unwelcome return of Tarquin Secker--the mother who abandoned him--and an ancient darkness that seeks him and all those with his talents. 

When an unforgivable act sets him on the run, it'll take more than his unearthly powers to save his skin and the lives of those he cares about. It'll take a sacrifice he never expected to have to make.

A science fiction adventure novel previously published by BURST (Champagne Books), and part of the Travellers Universe. A 2014 SFR Galaxy Award Winner for Most Awesome Psychic Talent and a 2015 EPIC eBook Awards finalist in the Science Fiction category. Also now includes the SF short story The Bones of the Sea.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Setting the mood in writing

What we see is profoundly influenced by what we feel. The same should be true for our characters. Filtering a scene through a character's feelings can profoundly influence what the reader "sees."
In the below ‘snippet,’ I take an ordinary setting and filter it through Layla’s eyes.
Layla opened the door and stepped inside. Sunlight drifted through the lace curtains and reflected on the shiny wood floors.  A burgundy couch sat to her left with gold crocheted blanket across the back. A coloring book and box of crayons sat neatly on the polished end table.
The faint odor of a spicy aftershave drifted toward her.  She opened her mouth to scream but it froze in her throat making it impossible to breath.  This couldn’t be happening. Tears burned a path down her cheeks. She tried to step out of the room – out of the nightmare. A gust of wind pushed into her deeper into the room and slammed the door shut.
The room seems ‘cozy’ nothing from the description would prompt Layla’s response so the reader knows that Layla is seeing the room differently. Something about it triggers fear.
The reader will continue to read to see what about the room makes Layla so scared.
Thanks for stopping by. See you next month.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017


Hi Everyone! Genre-ista Maeve Greyson here. April’s writing prompt is: Favorite Other-abled Character (Book, Movie, TV, Stage).

I read that and said, “Hmm…” I tend to say that a lot. Must be my way of getting my brain started. Kind of like a pull-start lawn mower. “Hmm…” is my way of yanking the cord until my mind decides to roar (or putt-putt-putt) into gear.

At first I thought I’d write a post about Granny Sinclair or one of the Sinclair sisters in my Highland time-travel romance series: Highland Hearts. After all, Granny and all four Sinclair girls are time-runners, able to skate back and forth across the centuries quick as you please. Granny’s determined that all four of her granddaughters are going to marry thirteenth-century Highlanders. The only problem is the girls don’t know it. Yet.

But then another idea nudged that thought out of the way. Another favorite character came to mind: Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory.

As a writer, I’ve discovered that not only reading other authors and studying their styles helps improve my writing. I’ve also started studying/binge-watching successful television shows and movies to learn more about pacing, timing, and since my past writing has spent a great deal of time in medieval Scotland, I need to learn more about the “contemporary” scheme of things. My upcoming series, Highland Protectors, takes place in modern day North Carolina. I have to write twenty-first century.

Anyway, I’ve been binge-watching The Big Bang Theory and I totally adore and kind of relate to Sheldon Cooper.  He’s a nerd. A loner. Socially awkward. And as the seasons progress, through entertaining situations with his equally quirky friends, Sheldon has become more—human?

The pacing and the rhythm of the dialogue in the show is extraordinary. In an interview, Jim Parsons, who plays Sheldon Cooper, said the best way he can describe the writing for the show is that the dialogue flows and plays out like a musical.

But getting back to Sheldon’s “other-abled-ness”. Sheldon has an eidetic memory. I SO envy that trait. I do good to remember my name most days. Here’s a clip from one of the shows so you can see what I mean:

Wouldn’t it be great to have an eidetic memory? Of course, I guess it could be a double-edged sword to remember everything. Bad memories would be vivid too.

What do you think? Would you like to have an eidetic memory?

Maeve’s Bio:

No one has the power to shatter your dreams unless you give it to them. That’s Maeve Greyson’s mantra. She and her hubby of nearly thirty-eight years were stationed all over the place with the U.S. Air Force before returning to their five-acre wood in rural Kentucky where she writes about her beloved Highlanders and the sassy women who tame them.

Find out more about Maeve at these places on the web: