Cats have always held a special place in my heart. One cat taught me love knows no bounds. Her name was Princess, she was a white and grey tabby. I was twelve when a friend asked me to give away a litter of kittens. At the time, I ran a booming fruit stand, selling tomatoes […]Read more "When it’s Meant to Be"
I began crafting stories at sixteen. I wrote a lot before that in a best friend’s journal in fourth grade. I no longer have those journals but I have notebooks filled with blurring black ink from my very first novel. My writing from 2006 makes me cringe today. I’ve received plenty of writing advice over […]Read more "The Best Writing Advice"
1. Avoiding people, whether or not you know them. You find excuses so that tasks never take you too close or so you can just not talk to anyone. I’m terrible about avoiding people. Half the time I dread meeting old friends because I fear I won’t have anything to say. I see my life as […]Read more "7 Signs you Might Have Closet Anxiety"
Meghan sipped her coffee. The chipped mug was decorated with cats in blue and pink. The watcher knew that she put three teaspoons of sugar and a lot of vanilla creamer in her coffee. He’d watched her for two months now. School had started and the number of guests had increased. The watcher loved sneaking […]Read more "Meghan’s Haunting, Part 2"
Just about everyone you ask has had a good dog. A dog that was head and shoulders above any other dog they’ve owned. I have had two dogs that stand out. One was Sie, my rat terrier who passed in February 2018. The other good dog is a mutt, an ex-hunting dog. Her name is […]Read more "The Good Dog"
Until I began compiling my poetry book, I didn’t realize how difficult my chosen profession actually was. I believed everything would be easy. I would find a publisher, submit my top-notch writing and BAM! Be published; or get rejected and have to try elsewhere. As I searched through a book called Writer’s Market 2017, I […]Read more "The Scary Query Letter"
Petit Jean—–3/22/2011 The calm stillness of the mountain Coupled with a silence broken only By the sound of the wind rustling Leaves and my voice as I speak to Sie about the secrets of the wind I hiked the Seven Hollows Trail on Petit Jean Mountain. It’s a trail I’ve been wanting to do […]Read more "Petit Jean Mountain: Seven Hollows Trail"