Fran ConnorGabrielaGabriela gathered her hair into a chignon, dark and silky as a raven’s plumage without a trace of grey thanks to a bottle in her bathroom…Jun 20Jun 20
Fran ConnorHomecomingI strolled into the field of Texas bluebonnets and knew that not only had Spring come to Texas, but that I had come home, too.Apr 41Apr 41
Fran ConnorExcerpt from a Victorian Romance novel by Fran ConnorMary gazed in awe at the huge grey stone building at the end of a long drive lined with trees the names of which she did not know. Two…Feb 21Feb 21