About Abby Rosser


“If a brown-haired, brown-eyed middle child of average height and intelligence living in the exact geographic center of Middle Tennessee has a story inside of her, then no one is too boring.” This is my mantra.

I love a good story and if you sit with someone long enough, you’re bound to hear one. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been creating stories in my head. I like true stories bound up with history and family lore. I also like tales spun from nothing but an author’s imagination with lands and people unheard of until laid down on paper (or laptop). Whether it’s a fantastic adventure with talking animals and magical beings or a quiet conversation on a dark back porch, there’s a story.

For more than a decade, I’ve lived in Murfreesboro, Tennessee with my husband and kids. (At this point, most authors’ bios include information about their pets. I, on the other hand, have none so I can’t claim: “She lives with her husband, kids, and three Bullmastiffs—Dickens, Poe, and Twain…” Alas. I may never achieve official author status without them.) When I’m not driving in the soccer carpool or helping with the PTO or rocking babies in the church nursery, I’m writing. It’s my most favorite thing to do and I feel blessed to be able to share my stories with readers.

Brand New Novel–BELIEVE!


Always travel SE.
Never touch the ground.
And above all,
Do Not Forget!

Dooley Creed was a nobody in Boston. He’s even more of a nobody now that his family has moved to Peacock Valley, Minnesota.

Dooley Creed is no genius. Dooley Creed is no hero. There is absolutely nothing special about Dooley Creed. At least, that’s what Dooley Creed believes.

Then he meets his next-door neighbors, the Mulligans – the weirdest family in Peacock Valley – and embarks on the strangest adventure of all time. Hybrid creatures, ancient curses, Vikings and Valkyries? It’s up to Dooley Creed to save the day!

But first Dooley must learn to…Believe.


Happy Snow Day


Abby teams up with illustrator Shannon Watson to bring you Happy Snow Day!

There once was a little boy who wanted to see snow. Actually, his birthday was coming up and snow was all he asked for. The boy was born in a place where it never snowed and now that he was living with his new family, he wanted to experience everything. So he waited and waited and waited. Will he get to see snow? Will his birthday wish come true? Some things are worth waiting (and hoping and wishing and praying) for.

Won’t you be my neighbor?

I recently saw the documentary Won’t You Be My Neighbor?about the life and work of television icon Fred Rogers. I had heard it was great and was warned to bring tissues. Both turned out to be true.   Like many of my generation, I grew up watching Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. I had a toy trolley […]

Hand-watered garden

I once read the phrase “hand-watered garden” in the book East of Eden, and now I think of it each time I water my plants. The author’s intention was to imply that the man who owned the land was a small scale farmer/rancher. He had no complicated system in place to irrigate acres of fertile […]

The prodigal

When my youngest son gets angry, he often gets dramatically pouty. It may start with something as simple as my refusing him one more handful of potato chips. It’s like I’m a snack bartender. I’m mopping up the bar and I see someone who’s tipsy on Cool Ranch Doritos, so I throw the towel over […]