“You too.”
This is the final letter I have to share with you. It is written several months after my dad completed boot…
Sure thing!
I never wrote a query letter for Snow Roses. Dark romances were the it thing in publishing back in 2013 when…
I spilled my guts to the river that runs through our property.
Life can be complicated, overwhelming, and downright chaotic at times.
Aside from the record temperatures, extensive floods, consume-all wildfires, and yet more dire…
I met a young man named Jeff Eff a few weeks ago, and the attraction was instant. We shook…
spontaneity and time:the realand the imagined.
I’m moving on — or at least, I’m tryingI’d say I haven’t thought of you,but if I did, I’d be lying
The daunting blank page taunted me, its perfect white surface mercilessly ridiculing my…
Forget the world while you’re in your bubble of writing.
I resume with a summary of our adventures in Columbia after yesterday's Sunday break.
It’s a beautiful story. Mysterious Cartagena, princess of the islands. This morning, first glimmers of bright sunshine, a humid…
(This is the story of you and me)
We all want to be home
… or post-holiday dread… you could call it either way.
For many, writing is their art. It’s what some decide to do in their free time, scribbling down in their journal. Those…
