Wrangler Dani

I’m SO glad you asked. I’m going here: Isn’t it lovely? Adam and I will scamper around the hills, fish in the sea and explore all the nooks and crannies

In my daily work, I use my brain and my fingers and not much else and I get paid to do it, which is very handy. So three afternoons a

This Saturday, I went to the Orange County Christian Writer’s Fellowship Conference. I’d been nearly coming out of my skin for weeks, excited at the prospect of my first-ever real

Didja see what I did there? I was sitting here, this morning, checking things off of my to-do list and writing away like the studious little chickadee I am, and

…and I need you all to tell me what you think. (Sorry for the shameless self-promotion lately, but this IS MY BABY.) (Honestly.) (So much sweat was involved, you have

When I was around 11 or 12 years old, in my childhood living room, my dad taught my brother and I how to protect our faces and deliver a hefty

I’m forcing myself to talk about my right now, since lately it’s felt like a terrifying blend of too big, too scary, too much and too boring all at once.

Every time I get a note to “Mrs Dani” or a cute little flower-pot, my day gets ten times sunnier. Man, I love those horse-crazy kidlets. Best side-gig EVER. The

I did it, dear ones. I made a Facebook page. A fan page. That feels strange, so help me feel validated… and… well…. like me.

Lately, I have: gotten in fights on Facebook eaten my weight in leftover Brownie Bites made homemade burgers that were downright scrumptious ridden on a duffy boat gone geocaching with