Small towns - Why I love them and all of the secrets they hold

I’ll admit it right here in front of the internet and anyone snooping on my Wi-Fi connection: I am obsessed with small towns.

Not in a mildly fond way, like I’m a fan of flannel or I occasionally fantasize about running a pie shop. No, no. I mean full-on, planning-my-escape-to-a-town-with-one-stoplight obsessed. You know the type of town where the mayor is also the mechanic and possibly the yoga instructor. The kind of place where people don’t use Google Maps to find your house—they just describe it as “the white cottage with the hydrangeas where the ghost dog lives.”

Yes. That kind of small town.

It’s not a coincidence that I chose to set my Magical Papillon Mysteries in just such a place: the delightfully peculiar village of Rosewood Hollow. A place that practically smells like cinnamon rolls, candle wax, and secrets.

Because here’s the truth—we are all secretly (or not-so-secretly) drawn to the warm hug that is small-town life. Even if we’ve never lived in one. Even if we think we’d go stir crazy in a town where the most scandalous thing to happen all year is someone double-parking outside the post office. There's something irresistible about places where everyone knows everyone—and also knows their business, their secrets, their dog's middle name, and what they really did last summer.

You see, small towns are where mystery lives. No, seriously. It literally rents a two-bedroom just behind the hardware store.

When I created the world of Rosewood Hollow, I wanted a setting where magic could bloom like wildflowers, where you could have your heart broken and mended in the same afternoon—and where an inquisitive single mom, her two teens, and their talking Papillon (who, let’s be honest, is the real star of the show) could get tangled up in everything from murder to matchmaking.

But the real charm? It’s in the people. Or rather, the quirks. The baker who refuses to make anything without sprinkles. The librarian who swears her cat is part oracle. The elderly sisters who communicate exclusively via antique telegrams. Every townsperson in Rosewood Hollow is stitched into the fabric of the story like a secret pocket—maybe a little hidden, but full of surprises.

Of course, not everything is sugar cookies and sunshine. Small towns also have shadows. Old grudges. Unsolved mysteries. Secrets buried beneath garden gnomes. Which is, let’s face it, part of the appeal. Small-town charm isn’t just about friendly waves and potluck dinners—it’s about the drama you don’t see until someone knocks over the casserole at the church social and reveals a decades-old betrayal.

I think we crave this closeness, this sense of place and people. Especially in a world that often feels overwhelming and a little too fast. Small towns remind us of connection, of community, of what it means to be seen and known. And in the case of Rosewood Hollow… possibly haunted.

So whether you’re a lifelong city dweller or you grew up in a town where the weekly highlight was a squirrel sighting, I invite you to step into a storybook village where the mail arrives late but gossip travels at lightning speed. Where magic sneaks into your teacup and mysteries hide in the flowerbeds.

And where, if you're lucky, a sassy Papillon might just help you solve the case—and remind you why small towns will always have a big place in our hearts.

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