Before experimenting with Kickstarter, I’d heard of crowdfunding. Had even contributed to a few campaigns — an opera my friend put on, a gorgeous photography book, and some nifty product campaigns. I would’ve happily contributed to the ground-breaking campaign for Cards Against Humanity if I had known about it. I…

#MFRWAuthor 52-Week Challenge #4 — They aren’t. That answer might make this the shortest post ever, an accomplishment I’ve never tried to achieve, so I’ll elaborate. In terms of living a creative life, there is only one obstacle, and that is mindset. …

#MFRWAuthor 52-Week Challenge #3. An alternate take. Let me tell you about the time I lost my mind. To tell you the truth, it happens all the time. …

#MFRWAuthor 52-Week Challenge — I began writing as a last resort. During an extremely difficult period of my life, when I didn’t think I had any other outlet. I wrote to help sort the pain and confusion in my thoughts. I wrote to find solutions. I wrote to imagine a better future. Those pieces…

Chapter One AUTHOR’S NOTE: Be advised that due to strong language and steamy sexual encounters, this piece is not intended for the easily offended or readers under 18. A bit of melted Cheddar oozed out between crisp slices of bread, warming the corner of Ramona’s mouth. She flicked out her…

An Invitation to Pause — In the early morning, I sit on my heart-shaped stool, outside my front door and admire the beautiful trees and bushes around my new home. Sometimes, the drops dance on the leaves, carrying my attention for minutes at a time. Almost always, the birds sing. I just sit. At first…

Chapter One — This was not the first time Camille had looked foolish, but it might have been the first time she didn’t care. Unable to find her room key or hold back the torrent of tears, she plunked down onto the ugly hotel carpet in front of her door and sobbed, loud…

A tale of waiting — She sat transfixed by the oversized white kitchen clock, her only movement the almost imperceptible pulse of that singular sound. tick tick tick Finally, the hands aligned themselves into the required shape and she turned her head. “Mother,” she yelled up the stairs, “it’s time to go.” She sat and…