A true tale of a recent lunch break encounter.
I had big plans six weeks ago when we were ordered to shelter in place....
An ode to the five kids who are bored to death next door.
I'm in my third semester of a creative writing class at my community college, which has been great for not only helping to improve my novel writing, but expanding the kinds of writing I'm doing. Poetry is one of these bonuses.
Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to fly? Here's a short story about it.
It's the fourth month of 2020, which is obviously the perfect time to share my writing goals for the year, right?
Here's what's new in my book world.
These are hard, scary, and unsettling times. Life is also still good.
After a winter that lasted forever, the sun finally came out. So I wrote a quick lunch break poem about it.
I'm sitting at the pristine succulent-lined café bar, the city on pause outside, filtered out by clean air and soft music. An elevator ride away and I’ll be in a smoky lobby, surrounded by bells and sirens, the sounds of celebration drowning out the silence of despair.